After the holiday break, the teacher asked her small pupils how they spent their holiday. One little boy’s reply went like this:
We spent this Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live up here in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida. They live in a park with a lot of other retarded people. They all live in tin huts and ride tricycles that are too big for me.
They all go to a building they called the wrecked hall, but it is fixed now. They all play a game with big checkers and push them around on the floor with sticks. There is a swimming pool but I guess nobody teaches them; they just stand there in the water with their hats on.
Grandma used to bake cookies for me, but nobody cooks there. They all go to restaurants that are fast and have discounts. When you come to the park, there is a dollhouse with a man sitting in it. He watches all day so they can’t get out without him seeing them. I guess everybody forgets who they are because they all wear badges with their names on them.
Grandma says that Grandpa worked hard all his life to earn his retardment.
I wish they would move back home, but I guess the man in the dollhouse won’t let them out.