Sitting on the steps, Sheldon rested his chin on his little hand, gazing at them with admiration.

He really wanted to kick a ball around.

Just then, a football rolled to a stop in front of Sheldon.

He blinked and walked down the steps, picking up the football in his hands.

A young boy, around six or seven years old, came running over, out of breath.

“Hey, put that football down! You're so stupid. Football is meant to be played with your feet, not your hands."

Sheldon felt hurt by the insult. "You're the stupid one. I wasn't playing football with my hands."

With that, he placed the football on the ground and kicked it away.

However, being small and not very strong, the football only rolled a short distance before stopping.

The boy, who was a bit chubby, crossed his arms and yelled, "I recognize you. You're from my neighborhood. My grandma told me you're just an orphan with no parents. Humph! No wonder you're so stupid you can't even kick properly!"

Sheldon's face turned red with anger at being called an orphan.

He balled up his small fists and shot back, “Who says I don't have parents? I do have parents!"

The boy scoffed, "You're lying! If you really have parents, then have your dad come play with us right now! If you're lying, then act Like a dog and bark!"

Sheldon bit his lip and, after a moment, said, "My dad is really busy with his work."

The other boy retorted, “It's the weekend. My dad's got free time.

How come yours doesn't? You're lying! Now, get down on your knees and bark like a dog!"

As he said this, he moved closer and pushed Sheldon's head down, trying to force him to the ground to make him bark.

Sheldon, being smaller, was quickly pushed down by the boy. His forehead hit the ground, and his eyes filled with tears from the pain.

Yet, he clenched his lips tightly and remained silent. Instead, he reached up to scratch the boy's face and pinch his skin.

The pain made the chubby boy release Sheldon and start crying loudly.