Lizard Music
“the Chicken Man said.
“Is Claudia the name of your chicken?” I asked.
“It isn’t the name of my lizard,” the Chicken man laughed, a high weird laugh. It scared me. I was scared the minute I saw him. I’m not used to black people. There are only five black kids in our school, and you never get a chance to talk to them, because there is always a crowd of kids around them showing how they’re not prejudiced. I had made up my mind to get a chance to talk to this one kid, Melvyn. He’s the small...est black kid, and he wears glasses. I figured I’d start with him and see how it went. The Chicken Man was not only black, but old and scary, and he had that weird laugh, and his skin fitted him like an old raincoat.
“Did you say lizard?” I asked.
“No, did you?” Then the Chicken Man laughed again. I wished he wouldn’t do that.
“I saw you on the bus today.”MoreLess
“Is Claudia the name of your chicken?” I asked.
“It isn’t the name of my lizard,” the Chicken man laughed, a high weird laugh. It scared me. I was scared the minute I saw him. I’m not used to black people. There are only five black kids in our school, and you never get a chance to talk to them, because there is always a crowd of kids around them showing how they’re not prejudiced. I had made up my mind to get a chance to talk to this one kid, Melvyn. He’s the small...est black kid, and he wears glasses. I figured I’d start with him and see how it went. The Chicken Man was not only black, but old and scary, and he had that weird laugh, and his skin fitted him like an old raincoat.
“Did you say lizard?” I asked.
“No, did you?” Then the Chicken Man laughed again. I wished he wouldn’t do that.
“I saw you on the bus today.”MoreLess
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