Level Two. Out of Hand.

Level Two. Out of Hand.

By Michelle Lloyd.

Problems had been causing obstacles in what had otherwise been a magnificent and lengthy friendship trio. New One and RV finally got to talk with their friend and ask him what was keeping him away from them. The answer was not what either of them had expected it to be and far from what they could have ever thought.

The newer member of their class had paid a little visit to the toy shop that belonged to Little Herbert’s dad. Little Herbert had wanted to help out his dad by showing the classmates around and giving them a bit of a guided tour. He was proud of his dad’s shop and he wanted to show it off, so he laughed at the jokes that were made and talked with them even when they made comments that he did not agree with at all.

Ever since Little Herbert had felt disloyal about having laughed at what had been said by them. It had meant that his shame quietly distanced him from those who loved him most.  Not agreeing with the newer classmate had meant that he had isolated himself from them too and that all equated to a very lonely, Little Herbert.

New One could not believe how wrong his judgement could have been about the whole situation. Firmly, he was told by both of his friends that he should have told them about the incident straight away. About the comment that had been made, New One felt that he had the answer and that the three of them could help to rectify the issue.

Causing a stir had never been an issue for New One as he quite often knew exactly the right word to say to who, and the desired effect was usually achieved. Conveniently having timed it to coincide with their newer classmate overhearing, New One and RV started to rave about their recent purchases from a shop, none other than that belonging to Little Herbert’s dad.

The talks of which New One set several significantly up, focused their class friends attention on some seriously awesome and skilful games. Having showed how well they had got on with those same products, it was not long before a lot of the same class began to approach with queries of if there were any more in stock at the shop of Little Herbert’s dad, for them.

The positive attention had not escaped the notice of a certain newer member of their class and he too, far from being dismissive, had an engaged and enquiring stance. Little Herbert’s dad and his toy shop were no longer ridiculed by anyone and all the talk of tantalizing toys only brought more trade and interest to them.