“I have no gifts to bring pa rum pum pum PUMM. I have no gifts to bring pa rum pum pum PUMMM. I have no gifts to bring pa rum pum pum PUMMMM.” Simon was singing today. He sang to Miss Alice. He sang to the mailbox as he looked for his “adventures.” Now he was singing to the canned corn as he made sure they all looked at him.
“I have a big fat ring on my bigfat THUMMMMB.” He laughed at that one, and remembered what Mr. Blue said about noises.
“SORRY MISTER BLUE!” he yelled into the canned corn.
He sniffed the air.
He turned to his left. Nobody.
He turned to his right. There she is.
There was a lady at the end of the aisle. She was looking at the green beans. She was holding a lot of bread.
“That is a lot of bread.” He smiled and pointed at the bread.
“Is it?” She smiled. But not the best kind.
“I have no bread to bring on my bigfat HEADDDD,” he sang. He laughed harder at that one, and thought about the ladies in one of his adventures that carried food on their heads.
She looked scared now. He broke it again.
“Sorry. That’s a lot of bread. Sorry.”
She smiled the almost worst kind, and walked away.
He always broke it.
“I have no gifts to bring…” he whispered to the corn.
When he was finished with the cans, he looked at his watch. Mickey was pointing at the dot after the 5 with his broken arm.
Before not after, Simon.
“OH NO I HAVE TO GO OH NO OH NO” he yelled as he ran across the front of the store and through the front door.
There were boys out there throwing things at the wall. He thought about going the other way, but Mickey was pointing at late, and the other way was a bad way.
He ran toward them. And sang. “I HAVE NO GIFTS TO BRING PA RUM PUM PUMM PUMM. I HAVE NO GIFTS TO BRING PA RUM PUM PUMM PUMM.”
He took a breath as he ran past them. Just long enough to hear a laugh and a “RETAR—”
“I HAVE NO GIFTS TO BRING PA RUM PUM PUMM PUMMM PUMMMM PUMMMMMMMM PUMMMMMMMMMMM.” He had his hands to his ears now. And was running his best.
He made it around the corner and down Miss Alice’s road. He was breathing hard. He dropped a hand to his pocket. It was still there. And the boys were gone.
He looked at his watch. He looked toward Miss Alice’s house.
And he saw.
Across the street, a man leaned against a light post. He was looking at Simon.
No no no no no no no.
Simon closed his eyes, covered his ears, and yelled.
“YOU GET AWAY MISTER BLACK. YOU GET AWAY AND YOU NEVER COME BACK. YOU! GET! AWAY! AND! YOU! NEVER! COME! BACK!”
“Simon! Simon!” Miss Alice. She was running toward him.
Simon pointed at the light post.
Miss Alice looked at the light post.
Simon looked at the light post.
The light flickered on.
And Mr. Black was gone.