Disclaimer: The Sentinel and its characters are the property of Pet Fly, Paramount, and The SciFi Channel.
Category: Drabbles
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
(adapted from one of those 'forward this to all your friends' emails)
Carole
First on the scene of a preschool robbery, Jim Ellison pulled out his notebook, preparing to take a statement from the director. Feeling a tug on his pant leg, he looked down to see a little girl staring at the badge pinned to his waist.
"Are you a policeman?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Dropping to his knees, Jim smiled at her. "Yes, I am."
"My mommy said if I needed help, I should ask a policeman. Is that true?"
"That's right," Jim nodded.
"Well, then," she said, extending her foot toward the detective, "would you please tie my shoe."
Blair Sandburg took his place behind the podium, preparing to begin class. Scanning his clipboard, he took attendance, calling out the name of each student. As he neared the end of the list, he was surprised to see a student getting to his feet.
"Can I help you," he asked, as the young man approached the front.
"Yeah," the student answered, searching through his pockets and finally producing a folded note. "This is for you."
Opening the note, Blair read the message inside with a wide smile. 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.'
~end~
March 2003