By Baker Street
Round live in a round world, with his Round family, went to his round school and played with his round friends.
At night in his round house, he went to his round room and went to sleep, dreaming round dreams. Tonight was no different, his round mother tucked him in his round bed, and he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
But somewhere deep in the round night, something disturbed the dreams of little Round. He awoke with a start, finding himself in a square bed, in a square room, with a square door, and yes, even a little square window.
"Round! a mighty square voice roared from somewhere within the square house.
"Little Round! Wake up! the voice boomed again, and just then a large square man appeared in the square doorframe, flinging open the square door.
"Wake up little Round, its time to get off to square school! the large square man commanded in his mighty square voice. Little Round jumped from the square bed and got dressed in some square clothes the man gave him. Then the square man pushed him outside the house, and then he beheld the squarest world one could ever imagine.
Everything was square, the houses were square, the chimneys were square, the streets were long and square, and yes, all the people passing by, were most definitely, square. Very, very square.
A moment later a large yellow, square school bus pulled along the square curb where he was standing, the square doors opened, and he got in. The square bus driver greeted him squarely, and then he noticed the bus was packed with little square children.
At school, before the bell rang, all the kids played square games, and he couldn't join in, because he didn't know how to play square games, on a square playground. When school started all the square kids rushed inside the large square school building and went to sit at their square desks. Little Round became stuck inside the square doorframe, because he was round, but quickly wiggled himself loose.
He took a seat at the back of the square class, and then the square teacher started giving his square lessons. These lessons were an advanced form of mathematics, and thus, very, very square. The square children repeated their square lessons over, and over with much enthusiasm, and Rounds little round head started to ache.
During lunch all the children ate their square sandwiches, and then went back to the square school for more lessons at being square. But little Round slipped off unnoticed, he did not know where he was going, but he knew one thing for sure, he was not going back to square school.
He passed some square shops, a square doctor and a square butcher. Then he walked passed a square old age home, where some square old ladies were sun tanning on the lawns in purple and yellow bikinis. Unfortunately, they were all retired teachers of square school and soon the yells went up of;
"There's a little round, playing hooky from square school, get him!
"Yes, how will he ever hope to become a proper square, if his not in square school, get him!
"Get him! Get him! Get him! Get that little round, get him! they all shouted at once, and started to chase him.
They would never have caught him, him being round, and they square and old. But as he was running away he looked over his shoulder, and didn't notice a large square policeman in his way. The policeman stuck out his square foot tripping little Round, which caused him to fall. Being round, he rolled a bit before coming to a stop.
Then they were all on top of him beating him, the little square old ladies with their square handbags, and the policeman with his stick, shouting; "You have no respect for a square world, and a good old fashioned square education, take that! And still they beat him mercilessly.
A square ambulance pulled up and two square paramedics threw him in the back, and rushed him of to a large white square hospital. They put him in a square bed with square white sheets, and put him on a drip, because he was badly beaten. A square doctor came in with a square clipboard on which he was writing as he was mumbling to himself while glancing at little Round occasionally. "Mmm, definitely a mental problem by the looks of it; acute roundness, mmm, a serious case too, might take years to cure, mmm, acute roundness, yes¦ and he left closing the square door behind him. This was all too much for little Round, so he passed out.
The next thing he knew he was in his old round bed in his old round room, and his dear round mother was soothing him saying, "There, there little round it was all just a bad dream, a bad square dream.
And the world was perfectly round once more...