Once there was a little boy whose brother worked for a drug dealer. The brother collected money from street dealers and brought it to his boss. He used a book bag to carry the money so he would look like he went to school.
One day he was afraid. He had a bad feeling like he was being followed. He called his boss.
``Get your brother to do it.''
``My little brother? He's six years old.''
``Exactly.'' his boss said.
The boy thought long and hard. Send his little brother because he was afraid? He should just go himself. If it was the police they wouldn't hurt the kid. But what if it weren't the cops? The others, they didn't care. His little brother was lying on the floor watching TV.
``Hey! Kid!''
``Hey yourself.''
``You want to do something for me? Want to make some money?''
``Yeah.''
``Dangerous.''
``OK.'' The kid had his eyes on the TV.
``Hey! This ain't Bugs Bunny. This ain't TV.''
``I know.''
``You do it?''
``I do it.''
The little boy took the bag and went the rounds. ``Child, child,'' a woman said, but she put the money neatly sorted and itemized into the bag.
Seven blocks the child walked. Then he saw the game. He dropped the bag and his coat and hat and joined in. He was six years old. After a while he left the game and went home. His brother was at the door.
``The bag?''
``The bag!''
They ran back to the ball game. The bag was where the child had left it, covered by his coat and hat, the money still inside.
When they got home the boy shook his little brother until his bones came loose.
``I wont never trust you again!'' he said.