A teacher at a
school for blind kids is
taking his school’s soccer team to an “away
game”. They stop for a
rest break, and to let the kids work off some energy
with a little
impromptu practice in a nearby pasture. The teacher is
sitting in a
nearby diner, explaining to another patron how it is that
blind kids
can play soccer.

“We made a special ball, with a bell in it, so
the kids can keep track
of where the ball is and what it’s doing
by listening for it. They’re
pretty good at it too.”

“Very
clever!” remarks the other patron.

Just then they are
interrupted as another patron, who is looking out
the window, says, “Hey!
Are you the guy with those damn blind kids from
the bus?”

“Yes,” says the teacher, stung by the way “his” kids are being
refered
to, “what about it? You got something against blind kids?”

“Nothing, ordinarily,” says the guy, still scowling out the window,
r
“but you better get them rounded up quick! They’re kicking the
hell
out of my best milk cow!”