“No, he can’t,” said Terrence. “It’s my ball.”
“It isn’t your ball,” said Louis.
“You gave it to me,” said Terrence.
“I gave it to you to share,” said Louis. “If you can’t share it, you can’t have it.”
“Oh, all right,” said Terrence. “But I get to pitch.”
“Ron and I will stand everybody!” Louis announced.
“All right!” said Jason. “We’ll kill them!”
“We’ll murder them!” said Deedee.
“We’ll smash them!” said Myron.
“We’ll see,” said Louis.
Ron pitched, and Louis played the other eight positions. Twenty minutes later, they finally got three outs. The score was twenty-one to nothing.
Ron was up first.
“Infield in!” shouted Dameon. Everybody stood within ten feet of home plate.
“All right, Ron,” Louis shouted, “kick it over their heads!”
Ron kicked the ball only three-and-a-half feet. Todd picked it up and threw him out.
Louis was up. Everybody ran back to the edge of the outfield. Still, Louis kicked the ball over their heads for a home run.
Everybody ran all the way back in again for Ron’s up. He kicked the ball only two feet. Deedee tagged him out.
Louis kicked another home run.
Ron then kicked the ball a foot and tripped over it on his way to first base. Three outs.
Ron and Louis held the other team to only five runs the next inning. That was because the bell rang. Lunch was finally over.
Louis and Ron lost twenty-six to two. Ron had had a wonderful time.
The next day Ron said, “I want to play kickball.”
“You can’t play,” said Terrence.
“Get out of here,” said Jason.
“Scram,” said Deedee.
“I want to play kickball,” Ron told Louis.
Louis walked with him to the kickball field. “Ron and I will stand all of you.”
Everybody liked the teams.
Ron pitched while Louis played the other eight positions. They lost fifty-seven to two.
After the game Louis took Ron aside. “Listen. Ron,” he said, “why do you always want to play kickball? You can’t kick. You can’t field. You can’t even run to first base. You just get smashed every game.”