The Bad Seed (children's book)
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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the bad seed written by jury john illustrations by Pete Oswald. I'm a bad seed. A bad seed. Oh yeah, it's true. The other seeds, they look at me and they say that seed is so bad when they think I'm not listening. They mumble. There goes up, I concede. But I can hear them. I have good hearing for a seed. How bad am I? You really want to know? Well, I never put things back where they belong. I'm late to everything. I tell jokes with no punch lines. I never wash my hands, hold my feet. I lie about pointless stuff. I cut in line. Every time I stare at everybody, I glare it. Everybody, I finish everybody's sentences and I never listened and I do lots of other bad things too. No. Why? Because I'm a bad seed. A bad seed. I just can't help it. Sure I wasn't always this bad. I was born a humble seed on a simple sunflower. In an unmarked field. I had a big family and seeds everywhere. We found ways of having fun and we were close. But then the pedals dropped and our flour dropped. It's kind of blur. I remember a bag, everything went dark and then then yeah, a giant, I thought I was a goner. I thought I was done for, I screamed and hollered. But I was spit out at the last possible second I flew through the air and landed under the bleachers with a huge thud. When I woke up, it was dark outside. A lot of gum had softened my fall. I felt okay. But something had changed in me. Mm hmm. I had become a different seed entirely. I had become a bad seed. A bad seed. That's right. I stopped smiling. I kept to myself, I drifted, I was a friend to nobody and bad to everybody. I was lost on purpose. I lived inside a soda can. I didn't care and it's suited. Okay. Until recently I've made a big decision. I've decided I don't want to be a bad seed anymore. I'm ready to be happy. It's hard to be good when you're used to being so bad. But I'm trying. I'm taking it one day at a time. Sure. I still forget to listen and I still show up late. I still talk during movies and do all kinds of other bad stuff. But I also say thank you. And I say please and smile and I hold doors open for people. Not always. But sometimes and even though I still feel bad sometimes also feel kind of good. It's a sort of mix. All I can do is keep trying and keep thinking maybe I'm not such a bad seed after all. Hey, look there goes that bad seat actually he's not that bad anymore. I heard that. Mhm. But there's a bad seed. He's not so bad. Mhm. Yeah, mm hmm