⠠⠮⠀⠠⠐⠗⠀⠠⠹⠬⠀⠞⠕⠀⠠⠙
⠀⠀⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠴⠀⠎⠊⠞⠞⠬⠀⠕⠝⠀⠮⠀⠋⠗⠕⠝⠞⠀⠌⠑⠏⠎⠀⠷⠀⠦
⠓⠳⠎⠑⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑⠀⠴⠀⠏⠊⠉⠅⠬⠀⠥⠏⠀⠗⠕⠉⠅⠎⠀⠯⠀⠹⠗⠪⠬⠀⠮⠍⠀⠁⠞
⠮⠀⠃⠊⠛⠀⠕⠁⠅⠀⠞⠗⠑⠑⠲⠀⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠺⠁⠎⠝⠄⠞⠀⠗⠂⠇⠇⠽⠀⠏⠁⠽⠬
⠁⠞⠞⠢⠰⠝⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑⠀⠏⠊⠉⠅⠫⠀⠥⠏⠀⠐⠕⠀⠗⠕⠉⠅⠀⠯⠀⠹⠗⠑⠺⠀⠭⠀⠵
⠓⠜⠙⠀⠵⠀⠓⠑⠀⠉⠙⠀⠁⠞⠀⠮⠀⠞⠗⠑⠑⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑⠀⠸⠓⠝⠄⠞⠀⠎⠑⠢
⠠⠍⠗⠎⠲⠀⠠⠅⠬⠀⠗⠊⠙⠬⠀⠙⠪⠝⠀⠮⠀⠌⠗⠑⠑⠞⠀⠔⠀⠓⠻⠀⠝⠑⠺⠀⠧⠁⠝⠲
⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠓⠑⠜⠙⠀⠁⠀⠇⠳⠙⠀⠠⠠⠉⠇⠁⠝⠅⠲⠀⠠⠮⠀⠗⠕⠉⠅⠀⠸⠓
⠍⠊⠎⠎⠫⠀⠮⠀⠞⠗⠑⠑⠀⠯⠀⠓⠊⠞⠀⠠⠍⠗⠎⠲⠀⠠⠅⠬⠄⠎⠀⠧⠁⠝⠖
⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠋⠑⠇⠞⠀⠦⠀⠌⠕⠍⠁⠡⠀⠞⠺⠊⠌⠀⠔⠀⠁⠀⠅⠝⠕⠞⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑
⠓⠕⠏⠫⠀⠓⠑⠀⠸⠓⠝⠄⠞⠀⠎⠉⠜⠫⠀⠠⠍⠗⠎⠲⠀⠠⠅⠬⠀⠕⠗⠀⠎⠉⠗⠁⠞⠡⠫
⠓⠻⠀⠝⠑⠺⠀⠧⠁⠝⠲
⠀⠀⠠⠍⠗⠎⠲⠀⠠⠅⠬⠀⠍⠌⠀⠝⠀⠓⠀⠎⠑⠢⠀⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠲⠀⠠⠩⠑⠀⠅⠑⠏⠞
⠙⠗⠊⠧⠬⠀⠯⠀⠴⠀⠎⠕⠕⠝⠀⠜⠨⠙⠀⠮⠀⠉⠕⠗⠝⠻⠀⠯⠀⠳⠀⠷⠀⠎⠊⠣⠞⠲
⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠅⠝⠑⠺⠀⠓⠑⠀⠸⠓⠀⠞⠺⠕⠀⠡⠕⠊⠉⠑⠎⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑⠀⠉⠙⠀⠎⠁⠽
⠝⠕⠹⠬⠀⠁⠞⠀⠁⠇⠇⠀⠞⠕⠀⠠⠍⠗⠎⠲⠀⠠⠅⠬⠂⠀⠕⠗⠀⠓⠑⠀⠉⠙⠀⠛⠀⠞⠕
⠓⠻⠀⠓⠳⠎⠑⠀⠯⠀⠞⠑⠇⠇⠀⠓⠻⠀⠓⠑⠀⠴⠀⠎⠕⠗⠗⠽⠲⠀⠠⠚⠥⠌⠔⠀⠹⠐⠳
⠿⠀⠁⠀⠍⠕⠰⠞⠲⠀⠠⠮⠀⠅⠝⠕⠞⠀⠔⠀⠦⠀⠌⠕⠍⠁⠡⠀⠛⠗⠑⠺⠀⠞⠊⠣⠞⠻⠲
⠠⠓⠑⠀⠅⠝⠑⠺⠀⠐⠮⠀⠴⠀⠕⠝⠇⠽⠀⠐⠕⠀⠐⠗⠀⠹⠬⠀⠞⠕⠀⠙⠲
The Right Thing to Do
Justin was sitting on the front steps of his house. He was picking up rocks and throwing them at the big oak tree. Justin wasn't really paying attention. He picked up one rock and threw it as hard as he could at the tree. He hadn't seen Mrs. King riding down the street in her new van. Justin heard a loud CLANK. The rock had missed the tree and hit Mrs. King's van! Justin felt his stomach twist in a knot. He hoped he hadn't scared Mrs. King or scratched her new van.
Mrs. King must not have seen Justin. She kept driving and was soon around the corner and out of sight. Justin knew he had two choices. He could say nothing at all to Mrs. King, or he could go to her house and tell her he was sorry. Justin thought for a moment. The knot in his stomach grew tighter. He knew there was only one right thing to do.
