Simon Bullying Short Stories

Plop! A rain drop dripped from the ceiling crack and splashed onto Simon 's nose. School children whooped with laughter outside his window. It was time to wake up. The smell of Mrs. Chapelle 's fresh biscuits filled his room and made Simon 's stomach rumble. He hoped she saved some for him! Simon grabbed his metal cup and followed his dog Gus through the front door. He wondered what he would see today. The air outside was wet and warm. The trolley car was buzzing and thunder was rolling in the distance. Simon sat on the stoop under his rusty umbrella. Before long, he heard footsteps running toward him. It was Jeremiah on his way to school. “Good morning, Mr. Simon!” “Good morning, Jeremiah! I hear you won

They stopped at Mrs. Chapelle 's so Simon could eat his breakfast. The biscuits left a buttery taste in his mouth. When they arrived at the park, Simon found his favorite bench by the bubbling fountain waiting for him. “Thank you, Jeremiah. You better get moving. You don 't want to be late.” Simon sat on his bench and listened to the brass band playing on the corner. He tapped his feet in time to the music. Passersby dropped coins into his cup with a clang. Simon heard the clip-clop of a strutting horse. He wondered if it was Chestnut, who was big and brown, or Luna, who was silver and shiny. Jeremiah told him Luna looked like a puddle of moonlight. The steady rhythm of the hoof steps circled the park and gently lulled Simon to sleep. “Hey there, Mr. Simon! What 's going on?” A familiar deep laugh boomed behind Simon and jolted him awake. Marty was marching up the concrete path, carrying his trombone. “I don 't know Marty, you tell me! What do you see?” “I see the sky clearing up and a sliver of sunshine hitting the stained glass windows. I see a lazy shrimp boat chugging down the river. A shimmery man on stilts is dancing with a lady holding a fuzzy

“Howdy Mr. Simon! And howdy to Gus, too!” Miss Sophie came out of the bustling kitchen with a bowl of jambalaya for Simon. They both sat down at a table in the alley. The jambalaya warmed Simon 's lips and tingled his stomach. Miss Sophie slipped Gus a scrap of chicken under the table. “Thank you Miss Sophie,” Simon said. “Talk to me. What do you see?” Miss Sophie looked across the courtyard. “I see a rainbow over the bridge. I see people working hard and sweating bullets. I see old men greeting their friends and mommas laughing with their babies.” Simon sighed happily and wiped his mouth with his napkin. The sounds of a harmonica hit his ears and he knew Elliot was on his way. Elliot soon appeared in the alley. Jeremiah followed close behind him, his book bag bouncing on his back. “Hello!” Elliot sang out as he approached the table. “What can I play for you today Mr. Simon?” Elliot knew all of Simon 's favorite songs by heart. “How about you pick one for me?” Elliot leaned against the brick wall. He tooted twice on his harmonica and began to play a song about sweet sounds