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Mr. Jones’ Malicious Crime
Old Mr. Jones put down the kickstand on his bike in front of his
bookstore at seven o’clock, as he had done every day since
opening the store some thirty years before. On that beautiful
morning, as always, Mr. Jones chained his bicycle to a tree next
to the store. This “crime” was witnessed by a law-abiding
animal and plant rights activist, and in no more than three minutes,
two police cars pulled up to investigate. Mr. Jones was peacefully
repairing some book covers when he noticed them examining his
tree. “They must be after those two fellows who tried to
rob me last night,” he said to himself. Suddenly, the two
police officers burst into the store with hands on their pistols.
Mr. Jones felt the cold handcuffs slip around his wrists, and
heard one of the officers say: “I arrest you in the name
of the law.” Puzzled, he asked why. “You will find
out,” they said. Soon, Mr. Jones was in the back of a police
car, racing to the police station. Upon arrival, he was informed
that he had to appear at his trial in a week. His crime? He had
chained his bicycle to a tree.
A week later, he was found guilty of trying to strangle a tree
and was sentenced to pay a one thousand-dollar fine. Poor Mr.
Jones! He still did not understand what crime he had committed,
nor how he was going to pay the fine, so he made a plea to the
judge. The judge withdrew from the courtroom, saying that he was
going to consider the plea. Five minutes later, he returned to
pronounce his decision. Clearing his throat, he began: “The
accused must understand that he committed a serious offense against
the law, and that his fate is therefore up to the law. However,
being merciful as well as just, the law allows the accused to
be dispensed from the fine if the accused hugs the offended, tells
it that he is sorry for trying to choke it, and cares for it every
day.” After shaking the judge’s hand with relief,
Mr. Jones went to his shop and fulfilled his sentence, careful
not to break any of the precious sprouts that grew from the offended
tree’s trunk.
Paul Slobodnik
School year 1997-’98
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Note: This improbable story is based on an actual
news account.
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