“Come and take it, you dumb kike!” Laughter.
“Give me my bag, the books in it belong to the library, give it to me!” He reaches for the bag when it passes through the air.
“Ooh, the kike has been to the library, the kike can read, the kike thinks he is better than us!” The bag lands on the snow. Books all over the snow. More laughter.
A rustle of clothes. Silence.
“Leave him alone!” Hands help him pick up the books.
This is part of the Reflections at the Magick Tree 12 days of Yule Blog Party