"But," Weasley protested, "They left you swinging from a lamp post, screaming in agony, hanging from a rope up your anus which came out of your Penis ...and round in a loop!" I was singing with happiness that I was cured sir!" he says."Cured of what exactly?" Mr Weasley asked."I am too ashamed to say sir," the 'Victim, confessed."Do you actually have a case Mr Weasley?" the Judge asked."Ah," Weasley dithered."I have Mr Jones sir and PC Micklethwaite." Weasley agreed."So call one of them," the. Coach said that if Imissed a game I'd be off the team for good. Not that he'd follow throughwith it. They needed me too much, but I wasn't going give those secondand third string losers any ideas. There was a nice, quiet spot justoutside where none of the teachers would ever see me kick the shit outof him. He'd learn his lesson, I'd get a good fight in, and then I'd beoff to practice.We both headed back down the hallway, eager to get this thing started.It was a bit of a pain trying to squeeze. I didn't find any minds within my range that qualified as 'people', but that didn't mean they couldn't be here somewhere. I touched the mind of one of the graceful red birds, and saw a gentle, happy little mind, just content to fly around and eat the tiny little fruits of one of the vines that grew near the waterfalls.I jumped back home, sent a thought off to Dad that I'd finished the test, and got one of his warm and fuzzy thoughts in return. I spent some time arranging the vine I'd pulled. ..I had tried to put this all behind me ...Why me?You wouldn't have believed me if I had just come out and told you. I didflee from home, but not for the reasons that you would ordinarily thinkof. My mother was a gracious woman and didn't beat me or anything likethat. I was not put to work or hard labor. As a matter of fact my lifehad been "sheltered" if you wanted to think of it like that.My family was well off, from inheritance at least. But as the youngestand smallest of six boys, I had.