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It was a Saturday morning. A boy rushed from his house holding a piece of bread in one

hand and a ball in the other. He went in search of his friends and did not find them
anywhere. He ate the bread. He walked towards the big empty lot to see if he could find his
friends. There was no one there either.

He kicked the ball. It landed on the other side of the high underbush. He walked into the
grass searching for the ball and there he found a bomb. The bomb was of grey colour and it
had its nose buried in the mud. The boy had neither the strength nor the power to get it out.

The bomb had fallen from an airplane that was taking it to a war field. Fortunately, it had not
exploded.

The boy held his ball strongly and asked the bomb, “Who are you? What do you do? You
don’t look like anything I know....”

“I’m a bomb. I have the power to destroy — that is my job.”
“Do you mean you can destroy everything you want?” asked the boy.

“Of course, I can,” answered the bomb.

“Can you destroy a building as big as the firemen’s station?”

“I can blow up, in a matter of seconds, not only the firemen’s station but also the
school, the church and all the houses including the people of this place!” answered
the bomb.

Showing concern, the boy asked the bomb how it operated. The bomb gave an
explanation but the boy did not understand a word. The bomb pleaded, “Listen, help me get

out of here. I’m very uncomfortable.”
“Why do you want to get out?” asked the boy.

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