Something that sprang forth in my head while I was rewatching my favorite episodes of Little House on the Prairie. Hope you Enjoy.

I was the last to come to class after trying to find the harmonica I just got from Uncle Lester as a birthday present. When I entered, I saw another of my least favorite people playing the harmonica I have been panicking over. That big oaf who has made teaching hard for Ms. Wilder sat arrogantly as he played that instrument he had stolen.

I wanted nothing more than to break every bone in his body until he was a grotesque pile of shit. But then, an idea came to me, one that would humiliate and scare Bartholomew to hell and back.

Walking up to the brute, I stood in front of him, putting on a horrified expression, "You're not really playing that harmonica are you?"

Bart stopped playing to regard me with a smug grin, "Yeah, what of it?" he said as the class turned to watch us.

I point at the instrument, "That's not yours."

Bart responded by waving it around, "It is now." he said before resuming his annoying playing.

I still wore my horrified face, "I just got that back from Frankie."

Bart stopped again, "So?" he said then went back to blowing into the harmonica.

"Frankie's my dog. He ate that harmonica." Bart stopped playing, "We've been wondering what happened to it for a week until he dropped it out the other end. I never got the chance to clean it yet." I explained, watching as the brute slowly pulled the harmonica away from his lips, his mouth open in shock.

I kept up my fearful act, "How long has your lips been on that?" Bart was silent as he shook, the words failing to come out as he realized what he had done.

Hiding an evil grin, I widened my eyes in terror, "My Pa had to put our dog down last night because he was infected with rabies." I took a deep breath, "If you did put your lips on that harmonica..." I let the sentence hang in the air as I backed up, bumping into Albert who sat across from Bart who was petrified when he heard the word 'rabies'. He began hyperventilating as he stood up, dropping the harmonica in horror and disgust as he stumbled out of his seat and bumped into the chalkboard.

To add icing on the cake, I made the sign of the cross, "I pray that God grant you a quick merciful death." I said, looking towards the ceiling as Bart's eyes widened when he caught onto my meaning. I watched as he turned green, then his hand flew to his mouth, making guttural sounds as he ran out of the schoolhouse faster than I could say 'amen'. The class talked amongst themselves at how Bartholomew was going to die as the sound of the brute's running feet got further away from the schoolhouse.

I dropped the act as soon as he was gone before picking up the harmonica off the floor and wiped the mouth piece on my sleeve, "Serves him right."

"What are saying? He's got rabies now!" Andy exclaimed before I turned to him, a smirk on my face, "I don't have a dog." The class went silent the moment those words left my mouth, a smile still set on my face before they registered what I actually did to Bartholomew and started laughing, even Ms. Wilder.

"You all won't say a word, right?" I asked, earning a collective 'no' from my classmates seeing how they disliked Bart.

"Thank you." I said as I took my seat behind Albert and Laura who praised me for pulling that vicious prank on the bully, "Psychological torture really does come in handy. He'll be running around in a panic for the next couple of weeks. So this grants us some peace and quiet from that brute." I said with a shrug, making the class laugh in agreement.

I pocketed the harmonica in my pocket and smiled up at the teacher, "What's next Ms. Wilder?"