The strange looking boy asked,
"How can I help you?" I screamed and ran away.
The boy's ears came down beneath his eyes and his mouth was shaped in a funny way.
I knew mum would be furious. She had told me many times not to judge a book by its cover.
"Everyone's equal." She'd tell me. "It's just that some people haven't had much luck in god's looks department."
I was really ashamed of what I had done.
Still, I did what everyone else does to him all the time, so it can't be that bad, can it?