Denard, My protector.
Denard was my student in the 3rd grade. He was a heap of a kid with a basic good heart and a child's view of right and wrong. Denard loved his food. He hated people touching his food or talking about him eating it. He would bargain anything for an extra heap of potatoes off someone elses tray. Well, Deanrd's father knew him well and said for me to keep him in line. Of all the scary insults, I learned he had my birthdate for his own and a streak of mischief a mile wide. One day at the end of... Sign in to see full entry.