Healthy Herbie and his neighbor, Selfish Face, played together in the backyard sandbox at Selfish Face's house.

"I'm gonna make a castle and then the knights are gonna have a war!" Selfish Face exclaimed. His eyes shimmered with racist hatred as he filled a small plastic bucket with sand.

"No!" Healthy Herbie replied. He held up a sign with the word "NO" on it as well.

"Why not?" Asked Selfish Face. "And where'd you get that sign?"

"I always carry this," Healthy Herbie replied, holding his sign high and with much patriotism. "My teacher says it protects my rights not to be defended."

"Your what?" Selfish Face asked, looking ignorant and hateful.

"I'm saying 'no' because you defended me," Healthy Herbie said firmly. "And because that's not nice. And castles are for evil rich people. And you shouldn't play violent games, either."

"Oh?" Selfish Face was angry that his neighbor was being so open-minded.

Healthy Herbie said, "And you shouldn't destroy the environment by making sand castles, either."

"But, it's a sandbox," Selfish Face replied. "I just wanna play in the sandbox."

"You'll ruin the climate, and then there'll be earthquakes."

"Prove it," Selfish Face said, slamming the bucket down into the sand.

Healthy Herbie then stood, shouting, "See something, say something!" and took off in a full sprint for his house.

Healthy Herbie's father heard the commotion and opened the door just as his son stepped onto the front porch. "Why, Healthy Herbie, what's the matter?"

"Selfish Face defended me!" Healthy Herbie cried.

"Whaa? Do you mean to say he O-fended you, son?" His father asked.

"I guess so? I don't know. All I know is he said he wanted to build a sand castle and play knights and make a war, and then I said that was bad, and then I told him about destroying the environment and he said I had to prove it, and I don't like being told to prove it, and he can't say that to me if I don't like it."

"You're right, son. But that's what selfish faces do. It's up to us open-minded and healthy patriots to teach them how to think."

"How do we do that?" Healthy Herbie asked.

Selfish Face walked across the yard and toward the neighbors' front porch, his mouth curled into an evil, ignorant, selfish snarl.

Healthy Herbie's father looked at the selfish child coming across the yard and then bent at the waist to whisper into his son's ear. "I'll show you how, son." Then he straightened himself and called out to Selfish Face: "Hi, Selfish Face, won't you come inside for a minute? I have something important to teach you."

Selfish Face stopped short of the porch, folded his arms and stood, pouting. "I just came to say that I didn't do anything to Healthy Herbie."

"Well, he says you wanted to play war." Healthy Herbie's father replied.

"Yeah. So?"

"You can't be so violent, Selfish Face."

Selfish Face shrugged his shoulders. "I'm seven years old. What should I play?"

"How about catch?"

Selfish Face looked even more selfish then as he said, "But we played catch yesterday and Healthy Herbie got mad at me because he dropped the ball."

"You made me drop it!" Healthy Herbie shouted with much courage.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Healthy Herbie's father cleared his throat and said, "Boys, that's enough!" Then he leaned in close to Selfish Face and said, "Well, it's never too early to start being open-minded and patriotic."

"But I wasn't hurting anybody," Selfish Face whined.

"Well, what about the sandbox? Haven't your parents taught you not to destroy the environment?"

Selfish Face was confused by his bitter ignorance. "But, it's a sandbox. An-an-and, and I wasn't littering."

"Your racism is littering!" Healthy Herbie blurted out, inspired by his sense of social justice.

"What's racism?" Selfish Face said, probably lying, the racist little bastard.

"Why don't you come inside," Healthy Herbie's dad replied. "It won't take long. I promise."

"Well," Selfish Face said, "Fine."

* * *

Once inside, Healthy Herbie's father led the boys down to the basement, which was divided into two rooms. In one room was a chair fitted with restraints. In the other sat a desk, chair and a one-way window looking into the room with the chair. There was an intercom microphone atop the desk.

Selfish Face was taken to the room with the single chair and strapped in with the restraints. He whined about his ineffective and racist parents "missing" him if he wasn't home by supper (as if they ever would, the disgusting selfish racists).

Then Healthy Herbie and his father went to the other room, and Healthy Herbie was instructed to sit at the desk. Once Healthy Herbie was seated, his father handed him a metal box with a red button on it. Then his father gave him a sheet of paper with questions on it.

"Okay, son," his father said, "here's how this will work: You're going to ask Selfish Face these questions. The answers are provided below, so be sure not to read the answers out loud."

"Okay," Healthy Herbie replied with patriotic and obedient courage.

"So you read each question to Selfish Face, and if he answers correctly you move on to the next question. If he gets it wrong, push the red button." He pointed at the box.

"What does that do, father?" Healthy Herbie asked.

"The chair will give him an electric shock."

"But won't that kill him?"

His father smiled. "Oh, no, just a little shock to teach him, that's all." He nodded at the paper in Healthy Herbie's hand. "Go on, read the first question."

Healthy Herbie keyed the mic and read the first question:

"There are five food groups on MyPlate. They are: Fruits, grains, vegetables, dairy, and," he paused and waited for the answer.

Selfish Face squirmed in his chair with bitter clinginess and said, "Uh, uh, meat?"

"Wrong! The answer's protein, you racist homophobe!" Healthy Herbie shouted as he pressed the red button with great courage and open-minded justice to win the future.

THE END

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Erich Forschler is an Iraq War veteran and author of Weight of an Empire, a novel about three Iraq War vets in Georgia.

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Review by msheldon
May 8 2014
 
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If Jack Bauer headed the FDA...
...it would be just like this. Or maybe it already is. Fun read with some snappy one liners. Good stuff.