by Donald Barthelme
Well, we had all these children out planting trees, see, because we figured
that... that was part of education, to see how you know the root systems...
and also the sense of responsibility, taking care of things, being
individually responsible. You know what I mean. And the trees all died. They
were orange trees. I don't know why they died, they just died. Something was
wrong with the soil possibly or maybe the stuff we got from the nursery
wasn't the best. We complained about it. So we've got thirty kids there,
each kid had his or her own little tree to plant, and we've got these thirty
dead trees. All these kids looking at these brown sticks. It was depressing.
It wouldn't have been so bad except that just a couple of weeks before the
thing with the trees, the snakes all died. But I think that the snakes -
well, the reason that the snakes kicked off was that... you remember, the
boiler was shut off for four days because of the strike, and it was
explicable. It was something you could explain to the kids because of the
strike. I mean, none of their parents would let them cross the picket-line
and they knew there was a strike going on and what it meant. So when things
got started up again and we found the snakes they weren't too disturbed.
With the herb gardens it was probably a case of overwatering, and at least
now they know not to overwater. The children were very conscientious with
the herb gardens and some of them probably... you know, slipped them a
little extra water when we weren't looking. Or maybe... well, I don't like
to think about sabotage, although it did occur to us. I mean, it was
something that crossed our minds. We were thinking that way probably because
before that the gerbils had died, and the white mice had died and the
salamander... well, now they know not to carry them around in plastic bags.
Of course we expected the tropical fish to die, that was no surprise.
Those numbers, you look at them crooked and they're belly-up on the surface.
But the lesson plan called for a tropical fish input at that point, there
was nothing we could do, it happens every year, you just have to hurry past
We weren't even supposed to have a puppy.
We weren't even supposed to have one, it was just a puppy the Murdoch girl
found under a Gristede's truck one day and she was afraid the truck would
run over it when the driver had finished making his delivery, so she stuck
it in her knapsack and brought it to school with her. So we had this puppy.
As soon as I saw the puppy I thought, Oh Christ, I bet it will live for
about two weeks and then... And that's what it did. It wasn't supposed to be
in the classroom at all, there's some kind of regulation about it, but you
can't tell them they can't have a puppy when the puppy is already there,
right in front of them, running around on the floor and yap yap yapping.
They named it Edgar - that is, they named it after me. They had a lot of fun
running after it and yelling "Here, Edgar! Nice Edgar!" Then they'd laugh
like hell. They enjoyed the ambiguity. I enjoyed it myself. I don't mind
being kidded. They made a little house for it in the supply closet and all
that. I don't know what it died of. Distemper, I guess. It probably hadn't
had any shots. I got it out there before the kids got to school. I checked
the supply closet each morning, routinely because I knew what was going to
happen. I gave it to the custodian.
And then there was this Korean orphan that the class adopted through the
Help the Children program, all the kids brought in a quarter a month, that
was the idea. It was an unfortunate thing, the kid's name was Kim and maybe
we adopted him too late or something. The cause of death was not stated in
the letter we got, they suggested we adopt another child but we didn't have
the heart. The class took it pretty hard, they began (I think, nobody ever
said anything to me directly) to feel that maybe there was something wrong
with the school. But I don't think there's anything wrong with the school,
particularly, I've seen better and I've seen worse. It was just a run of bad
luck. We had an extraordinary number of parents passing away, for instance.
There were I think two heart attacks and two suicides, one drowning, and
four killed together in a car accident. One stroke. And we had the usual
heavy mortality rate among the grandparents, or maybe it was heavier this
year, it seemed so. And finally the tragedy.
The tragedy occurred when Matthew Wein and Tony Mavregordo were playing over
where they're excavating for the new federal office building. There were all
these big wooden beams stacked, you know, at the edge of the excavation.
There's a court case coming out of that, the parents are claiming that the
beams were poorly stacked. I don't know what's true and what's not. It's
been a strange year.
I forgot to mention Billy Brandt's father who was knifed fatally when he
grappled with a masked intruder in his home.
One day, we had a discussion in class. They asked me, where did they go? The
trees, the salamander, the tropical fish, Edgar, the poppas and mommas,
Matthew and Tony, where did they go? And I said. I don't know, I don't know.
And they said, who knows? and I said, nobody knows. And they said, is death
that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives
meaning to life. Then they said, but isn't death, considered such a
fundamental datum, the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of the
everyday may be transcended in the direction of -
I said, yes, maybe.
They said, we don't like it.
I said that's sound.
They said, it's a bloody shame!
I said, it is.
They said, will you make love now with Helen (our teaching assistant) so we
can see how it's done? We know you like Helen.
I do like Helen but I said that I would not.
We've heard so much about it, they said, but we've never seen it.
I said I would be fired and that was never, or almost never, done as a
demonstration. Helen looked out of the window.
They said, please, please make love with Helen, we require an assertion of
value, we are fightened.
I said that they shouldn't be frightened (although I am often frightened)
and that there was value everywhere. Helen came and embraced me. I kissed
her a few times on the brow. We held each other. The children were excited.
Then there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and the new gerbil
walked in. The children cheered loudly.