The young boy came home filled with frustration. His mother asked him what was wrong, and by the squint of his eyes and fire on his face, he started to tell her how his schoolfellows are the ultimate disgrace.
They speak a language that he cannot understand. They speak words foreign, not from Oxford or Webster. Not a thesaurus in sight, swimming in a desolate word desert. And then he goes on to say...
“It’s the worst mistake. They fill the air with insults and spite through words from a place that no child should ever face. Yes, it is true..they've stumbled upon a cursed lexicon called urbandictionary.com.”
The mother’s sweet little boy, radiating with rage, looked at her so sad and she said…
“Fear not my son, I have the perfect page!
Fortunate for you that your mom studies words, now you will carry this knowledge and confuse the whole herd!”
Proudly she presented and exclaimed, “Here my boy, have a book blanketed with magic. Study these Shakespearean insults and let them have it!”
“The teachers will never understand, and you can tell those kids off with alluring words that come from another land.”
“Remember”, she spoke, “to tell them out loud - that it's impossible to wager for wits when they walk around weaponless.”
With a final chant, the mother told the boy,
“Words are magic my little son, speak those words and POOF, they'll be gone!”