A fight

Blen was roaming around his school during lunch break. Sipping apple juice from a brand new bottle he had bought from a cheap store.

“Wow, such a rich taste. This apple juice has a smooth texture accompanying a tangy flavor that flirtingly stings the other end of my tongue.”

He was walking around the corridor, which was surrounded by a few classes. A scene caught his attention and to his surprise, he saw two kids grabbing each other’s collars. They sprouted nasty words, which were heavily vulgar for kids to use.

“What might you benefit from fighting against each other?” Blen asked the two boys.

“This fool insulted me!” said one.

“He started it!” said the other.

Blen, without thinking twice, opened his juice bottle and splashed the fluid on both the kids. The kids were sodden and their uniform, fully drenched in freshly pressed apple juice. The kids looked beautifully yellow.

“Ah, such art. You both look great. I can’t tell which one is wetter. You or you.”

The kids were furious. Their face was red as peach (or cherries). Both ran after Blen as fast as they could. But Blen was faster. After reaching a certain point, both kids had given up. They were sweaty and bent down tired with their hands on their knees.

“Both of you collaborated and ran. Well done. Now continue your fight,” said Blen smilingly.


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