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When the name Mortimer Steele comes up in conversation, people shrug and say they don’t know what got into him. One minute he was eating in the school cafeteria; the next he was swatting at himself and screaming, “Somebody help me! Get these things off me!” But there was nothing there to get off him.
Everyone supposed that stress brought on by school work had contributed to Mortimer’s ‘blowing a gasket’. Truth is only one person knew why it happened. To find out who and why, you need to hear a story about Danny Carter.
Danny was a kid who attracted bullies like a magnet attracts iron filings. To protect him from bullies, his parents enrolled him in a private school when he was nine years old. Regrettably, Danny’s folks did not realize that bullies existed everywhere. On the first school day five kids approached Danny. Their leader, Mortimer Steele, yanked Danny's glasses off his face and slammed them on the ground.
“Let's see what you're going to do about this,” Mortimer said, stomping on the glasses. When Danny didn't do anything, Mortimer and the kids laughed, then sauntered away.
Eight days later Danny got his new glasses, but the following day Mortimer and his cohorts broke them. After the third broken pair, Danny decided it would be a good idea not to wear glasses at school except when he was in class. At least that way he could see what the teacher wrote on the blackboard and the images on a projector screen.
The days zipped by without any more bullying incidents, so Danny assumed Mortimer had quit harassing him. However, one morning as he returned to the schoolyard after a trip to the boy’s room, Mortimer and his buddies confronted him.
“Shrimpy Danny! Let's see if shrimpy Danny's ‘pee-pee’ is as shrimpy as he is,” Mortimer shouted.
This is not good! Danny thought. So far, the boys had only messed with his glasses not his body parts. Terrified, he ran and sought refuge under a stairwell. If I roll myself up as tight as an armadillo, they can't hurt me. They can't get to my privates.
Sneaker-covered feet pummeled him, but the attack ended when the school bell rang. “This is not over,” Mortimer yelled as he and the other kids skedaddled.
Danny slowly uncurled. Feeling like a well-used punching bag, he got up slowly and joined the kids running to their classrooms. As he hobbled to his classroom, he thought, Mortimer and his friends will not be able to hurt me again if I am always around people.
The next day, bruised and sore, Danny made sure that teachers and other adults could see him during recess and other times when he was not in class. But later in the week, nature called during recess. Going to the boy's room alone to pee was not a good idea; Mortimer and his friends might attack him there. Getting excused when class started was a better option.
Regrettably, Danny ended up peeing in his pants that day and almost every day. The teacher thought he had a bladder problem and got in touch with his parents who took him to a urologist. But the doctor couldn’t find an explanation for Danny’s condition.
Although Danny knew what the problem was, he wasn't about to tell. Besides, whom would he tell? His parents? No way! Friends? He didn't have any. Word had gotten around that he was a wimp. Since nobody wanted to be friends with a wimpy, reeking-of-urine guy, books (particularly those dealing with math, computers, and science) not only became his friends but also got him interested in going to medical school. And even though Mortimer and his associates continued to bully him throughout his school years, and he didn’t have any friends, Danny graduated from high school with honors.
When Danny left town to go to college, he was elated because Mortimer wouldn’t be around to harass him. But that euphoric feeling didn’t last very long. Two rows ahead during freshman orientation, Danny spotted the back of a familiar head--Mortimer’s. The guy that had bullied him throughout his life had registered at the same school! Danny couldn’t possibly face Mortimer and his antics again. No way! Danny had to put an end to Mortimer’s bullying. If he didn’t, his chances of going to medical school might be jeopardized.
Freshman orientation was far from being over, but Danny couldn’t remain there. He gathered his stuff and left. He walked and walked. The aimless trip took him to an unknown street and eventually to a small antique store. Thinking the shop would keep his mind off Mortimer for a while, he went inside and discovered a bookcase full of old books.
Perusing the shelves, Danny found a book on witchcraft. Thinking it might be an interesting read, he bought it. That evening while his roommate slept, Danny started reading the book. It contained information on how to inflict all sorts of punishment, including death, on deserving people. Wondering if the book could help him stop Mortimer’s bullying, Danny continued to read. Most of the spells called for hair from the intended subject. Yeah sure, Danny thought. How was he going to get Mortimer’s hair? Realizing that feat was pretty much impossible, Danny searched the book for other possibilities.
Indeed, there were other spells. All had weird names. Finally, he settled on an incantation with simple instructions and only a few ingredients. Would it work? Danny didn’t think so. Nonetheless, for about a week, when he had some time off school work, he looked for the ingredients at local herbal stores. Since nobody had heard of Worus redicus, Pepera satoa, Karotop vinera, and Livicus natura, Danny searched the Internet for the products. Luckily, he found them on some creepy websites and ordered them. In 2 to 3 weeks the powdered products, packaged in 1