"Run It's A Trap"

Mother and child approached the large yellow symbol of education that had stopped in front of their house.  His excited, unsuspecting, little smile was visible even though they were still a distance away.  He knew this had to be a great adventure for she had lead him on so many.  His whole world stood beside him and she held his hand.  His new lunch box was swinging in his free hand and they were walking at a good pace.  As they neared the large, yellow, unfamiliar conveyance the doors swung open.  They opened as if they were the mouth to a giant yellow creature that is only found in the dreams of little innocent children.  At this point the stride of his steps decreased and the smile had started to diminish.  Mother and disillusioned child stopped at the cavernous mouth of the yellow monster and an unfamiliar voice now came from its depths.  It said, "Good morning".  His mother had always told him to stay away from strangers and not to talk to people he didn't know and yet here she was offering him up without any regard for his personal feelings on the matter.  He acted instinctively and slid behind his mother's legs.  She pulled him back around in front only to have him retreat once more to the rear.  Mother pulled him around once again and nudged him forward.  His feet did not move but remained firmly planted as if glued to the pavement.  Feeling himself being lifted by his mother he went lifeless into a pile.  Mother now struggled with the dead weight of an unwilling child.  Then with the strength of a woman that had not had one day alone since his birth she envisioned what an uninterrupted visit to the bathroom would be like and with the strength of Hercules she lifted him to the first step.  He would not willingly go into the beast so she lifted him to the next step.  There was no action on his part he would resist to the end.  The voice from inside of the bus encouraged the mother, "One more and I'll take care of the rest," and he accented it with a smile.  She stepped into the jaws of the yellow monster herself encouraged by the thought she may have a lunch that did not involve chicken nuggets or peanut butter.  She placed him on the top step, quickly moved back, and her arm was barely out of the way when the jaws of the yellow beast closed.  He turned, looked at his retreating mother and with a feeble hand reached out but it was to late.  He bravely turned to face the man he had never seen before and without a tear or trimmer he stood.  The man pointed to an empty seat.  He gave in to what must be and was seated.  Education would have it's way.  Early the next morning the yellow monster pulled in front of his house once again.  His steps were fast and he rushed willingly into the open mouth of the beast with a smile on his face.  Someone had done their job and had convinced this young child that school was actually fun and that, would change his whole word.