Literary Discussions

When I was in 5th grade a Catholic boy moved in next door. I visited his home and he brought out a HUGE illustrated Catholic Bible to show me. He proudly announced to me that he had looked at each and every illustration in that book.  I nodded in silent admiration.

The next week he said in these exact words "Imagine Eisenhower, Pope Pius, and Bridgette Bardot are in the same room and someone breaks wind!"  Then he laughed uproariously. We did not discuss the matter further. As the years passed I mused that he must consider flatulence sinful and he must have seen Bridget Bardot as the only sinful person in that unusual trio. He also assumed that Ike and the Pope never experienced gas. These are true stories. 

One day, I did something which enraged him (I cannot remember, something involving his bicycle). He flew into a rage and chased me. I ran in fear for my life, came to my front door, found it locked, and so I extended my arm, made a fist, and closed my eyes. He literally ran his stomach into my fist and dropped to the ground in agony. I felt perplexed. When he recovered after some minutes, his anger seemed to have vanished.