The brat had somehow managed to stay on his feet, but he was now on his butt gasping for air.

Boxing was an endurance sport through and through and it took it’s toll on the young boy.

Fred walked over to the brat and helped him to his feet.

The victor spoke,”You were always Johnny on the spot, when it comes to keep coming at me.”

The brat spoke,”Thank you!”

The young lad begun to cry to the dismay of all those involved. Everyone but, The two boys in the ring, due to fear of potential punishment from the adults.

Fred put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and said,”You do not need to cry over just one loss, because today is still your first day in the ring.’

The brat spoke,”Thank you for giving me a name! Nobody has ever given me a name before!

#

Back at Johnny’s former hellhole deep inside the mafia associates’ hideout, the thugs were starting to wonder where the brat had gone.

One of the thugs spoke,”Wildrun had you heard anything about the boy is up to?

Wildrun spoke,”No, he went off the grid about seven days ago. Has he tried to run away again?”

Jopo spoke,”I don’t know what is doing, because that is why I asked you.”

A wild looking man smoking a joint in his mouth spoke,”I heard that some kid ate the entire menu of Mcfatty’s in one sitting without puking once. Funky Mumkey thinks that the kid there could had been our brat.”

Jopo spoke,”I will beat him black and blue, when I see him.

Funky Mumkey spoke,”Let’s make him have sex with a horny stallion, when he gets back! That will teach him to never leave us again!”

Wildrun spoke,”That will kill the brat most certainly. We had him sleep with the biggest dick pedophiles, we could found when he failed to bring in five thousand Bucks a day.”

Jopo spoke,”That was most days, am I right fellows?”

#

All three thugs laughed for several minutes and once they were done Jopo went to find out if Funky was right or not. He walked into the greasy spoon diner and walked past the hostess without

even giving her the time of day. The thug saw that Johnny’s picture was not there.

Jopo spoke,”I heard that a youngster ate every item on the menu, where is his photo? Don't you all make a big deal over such a feat and put it in the crappy local newspaper?”

The hostess spoke,”Usually, I am the one who takes care of that, but the event took place on one

of my days off. I couldn’t find anything about it yet. But, I am sure that it is here, so let me look again.

#

Five minutes went by and the woman came back with nothing. Jopo was getting pissed and was

preparing to hit the woman for not giving him what he wanted.”

Jopo spoke,”Listen here slut, if you don’t give me what I want in thirty seconds, I am going to rape you on the griddle, while it is set at five hundred degrees.

The boss/ head chief runs into the dining room and gestures the hostess to go back into the office and the woman does as she is told. The woman also locks the door behind her and a puts a chair under the door.

The cook spoke,”Hey, I know that my food is good that you just thought that you had the best sex in life. Yet, you need not rape my lady staff, go get a bunch of hookers and have sex, until your dick bleeds!”

Jopo spoke,”I work for the five families”, overstating his own importance within the Mafia. But the cook had no way of knowing that for sure.

The cook spoke,”I am Husky Mcfatty and I pay for the weekly protection money for the local hand of the family. It is bad enough I pay forty percent of my money to the government, but I am also taxed forty percent of what is left. I can’t pay anymore than that. Kill me now, if you want more than that.”

Jopo spoke,”I am not here fatty for more money, I am here for the kid’s picture!”

Husky’s eyes about dropped out of his head, because he knew exactly to whom he was talking

about.

Jopo spoke,”Out with it, I know you that you got what you want.”

The boss sighed and he pulled out the wrinkled paper picture of Johnny from his stained blue genes and handed it to the thug with remorse. He had no choice, but to give it to the people that had hurt that young boy. Yet, It didn’t make it any easier for rat out such good people.

Jopo spoke,”That is him, alright! I want to know who is this whore that is holding my property?”

Husky spoke,”It was just some woman that was passing through town. She never even told me her name, I swear it. She must had been just a passer by. That is all, I know!”

Jopo put the photo back on the hall of fame board and held it up with his pocket knife.

He said,”I will leave this here, as a warning to what will happen if you are lying to me! Keep that in mind.”

The thug walks back out of the front, as Husky wipes all the sweat off his brow with his food covered shirt.

He thought,”I hope that you will stay in whatever hole that you are hiding in you two, because I gave you a week head start. That is all that I do for.”

#

Johnny had managed to fit in within the orphanage and had grown from two feet, twenty pounds

to two foot two inches, twenty five pounds. It was a miracle for momma and the other staff that he was starting to make up the lost growth that he had lost in the roughly four years of life. He was boxing everyday with Fred and some of the other boys. He was picking up on it pretty good to everybody’s amazement.

The boys were stopping for the day when Momma comes unto the scene with a smile on her lovely face.

She spoke,”Will you please come here, Johnny?’

He ran over to his mother, which held him in her arms.

Momma spoke,”Would you like to go to school tomorrow?”

Johnny looked confused,”What do you do there?”

She spoke,”You learn, play sports, and do many other things.

He spoke,”Can I still box everyday?”

Momma spoke,”Yes, you can box as well after school.”

Johnny spoke,”But, it will take away from boxing time.”

She spoke,”But Fred goes to school five days a week, except for one month out of the year.

The boy frown as he spoke,”That is too long for me.”

Momma spoke,”It will be fine, once you get used to it. Plus, it will be two whole years before you go to the first grade. You need not be in a hurry, since you have got all the time you need to get into being a smart boy.”

#

The next day, Johnny takes a IQ test presented as a game. He spends the whole day to finish the test. He was tired, but not too tired to go to boxing before supper time.

Momma was qualified as both a school teacher and as a school psychologist. She let the boy

go to box.

She shut the door and graded the test as she cried at what saw. Momma graded the test six times, but it was still the same. The boy's IQ score was only forty.

Momma spoke,”I am know that he is developmentally behind, but he is so quickly learning boxing in just a few months. I know if I work with him everyday, he will be able to get up to about to normal, or near normal.”