Team8s and Counting

148. No Need to Hide

As Sprinkle sat down on the carpet with the other kids in his class, he could hardly sit still. Today was show and tell, and he had brought in his most prized possession: a shiny, bright red toy truck. His parents had got him it for Christmas, and it was the most beautiful toy he had ever seen.

His teacher, Miss Chalk stood at the front of the room, encouraging everyone to settle down. "Alright everyone, it's time for show and tell! Who wants to go first?"

All the kids raised their hands at once, the excitement of the kids filling the small classroom. Miss Chalk could hardly contain herself, as she made an order for everyone to present what they brought that day.

One by one, each member of the class presented what they brought, each student going into detail about their things, grabbing the attention of everyone in the class.

Sprinkle's heart raced as he watched his friends share their items, thinking about how he would present his truck. He imagined zooming it across the carpet while telling his friends about all the adventures they had together.

Finally, it was his turn. Miss Chalk smiled and said, "Sprinkle, why don't you come up and show us what you brought?"

Sprinkle proudly got up from the carpet, grabbing his toy truck, and making his way to the front of the classroom. All eyes were on Sprinkle, as he stood there, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He held the bright red toy truck up high for everyone to see. "This is my favorite toy!" he announced, his voice slightly trembling but filled with enthusiasm. "It's a shiny red truck, and it can go super fast! My mom and dad got it for me for Christmas, and I love playing with it!"

He knelt down, placing the truck on the carpet and giving it a gentle push. It zoomed across the room, its wheels spinning quickly on the floor. The other kids gasped in delight, and Sprinkle's heart swelled with pride.

Once the truck came to a complete stop, the entire room burst into applause, all intrigued by what the toy truck could do. Sprinkle got the truck from the other end of the room, and placed it right next to him once he made it back to the carpet.

"Wonderful job, Sprinkle!" Miss Chalk said with delight. "Does anyone have any questions you want to ask him?"

Sprinkle beamed, basking in the warm applause and praise. His classmates' eyes were wide with excitement, eager to learn more about his prized possession.

"I have a question!" shouted one boy, his hand shooting up into the air. "Can it really go super fast?"

Sprinkle nodded vigorously. "Yes! Well, kind of. I pretend it goes super fast when I race it. It zooms like this!" He mimicked the sound of a revving engine, making vroom-vroom noises that sent the other kids into fits of giggles. At this point, he was getting into character as a truck, and started pacing around where he was standing, not paying attention to anything below him.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he had placed his toy truck right next to him, and once he realized where the truck was, it was far too late. He had already stepped onto the truck, quickly losing his balance, and fell backwards, right onto his bum.

"Oww," Sprinkle said, getting up from the fall.

"Ha ha!" An annoying classmate called out. "Sprinkle just fell on his tushy!"

At this point, what felt like all the kids in the class burst out into laughter. All eyes were laser focused on him, and not in a good way this time.

"Are you okay, Sprinkle?" Miss chalk asked, care present in her voice.

Sprinkle nodded. "Yeah...I guess so." He felt fine, but in reality, he was still startled from the fall.

Miss Chalk grabbed his hand, and whispered to him. "Do you need to see the nurse."