Konrad and the Birthday Painting
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Conrad in the birthday Painting Art World Book one, written by Sandra Our Anderson, narrated by Amy Vance. Everything happened so fast. One minute Conrad was lacking his bike and the bike shed outside of school. The next minute, he was hanging upside down with his nose, just an inch or two above the frosty pavement. 2/4 fell out of his jeans pocket and tumbled to the ground, right in front of his face, along with an eraser, a Smurf and to Wingnuts that Conrad had forgotten that he had. Then he felt himself starting to slide slowly out of his jeans. Uh oh. The silence was broken by loud laughter coming from all directions. This had definitely been the wrong day to wear his teddy bear underwear. What the? Said a voice somewhere in the vicinity of Conrad's right knee. And then he fell. Sure, it was only an inch or so, but when you land on your face, an inch or two is plenty. Ouch, thought Conrad, but he didn't say anything. The ground was freezing cold, and his hardest could be expected. He stayed there anyway to avoid provoking another attack and the corner of his eye could see Warren Winter boots four or five pairs at least, and trouser legs in different shades of denim. He couldn't see any faces, but he didn't need to. Conrad knew who they were, Philip in the fifth grade and his gang. If someone at their school ended up upside down or were pushed into the girls bathroom, Philip and his buddies were usually nearby. What have I told you about coming in here? Said a voice somewhere behind Conrad's back and slightly to the left. This bike shed is ours, all right. Conrad heard a crashing noise when something had his bike hard and it fell over and the next bike, which fell over on the next bike and so on. Like a long row of metal dominoes. It made a terrible ruckus that still didn't entirely block out the sound of the other boys laughing. Park your crappy bike and the others shed from now on, said the same voice. When the rattle calm down, Conrad could hear one of the other boys say something under his breath. It sounded like who's he to rag on someone for having a crappy bike? But surely he must have heard wrong. If Phillips crony started to turn on him, Philip was sure to take it on the nearest second grader, meaning him. Conrad braced himself and closed his eyes.