I am not really the kind of person who bullies anyone. I don’t attack people just because they make me mad.
Or eat their noose boogie. Or fart and find it funny.
I attack when they eye my chicken legs.
I’m quite the peaceful tolerant person. And that totally doesn’t work in kindergarten. Or nursery. Or school. Or college. Or camp night.
My tryst with the painful experience of being bludgeoned happened during nursery.