One of the boys is named "Ricky". He seemed like a nice kid, bigger than most his age, a little weak on his ABCs - but he brought a kickball with him! So far so good.
The next day, Ricky comes in with a shirt that says: "God Bless Ricky".
Day three's t-shirt: "Don't Mess With Ricky".
Day four's t-shirt: "Everything's Bigger at Ricky's House". (He even wears it when he goes to other people's houses!)
Everything Ricky owns seems to have Ricky's name on it. His basketball backboard, his bicycle, his lunchbox!
Ricky frequently spends the morning bragging about how he will win the race around the playground at recess time, but usually he ends up tripping, or starting a shoving match with one or more of the other kids.

Day ten: Somebody from somewhere Ricky has never been says the wrong thing, and suddenly Ricky and his parents are petitoning the principal to allow Ricky to become a firstgrade class unto himself! And he is taking his kickball with him! (Apparently Great Great Grandpa Ricky pulled this stunt back when the first-grade class was barely a dozen kids.)
After a few years of this, the other kids started to make fun of Ricky. Sometimes they would steal his Ricky lunchbox, or make dirty words out of the Ricky sticker on his Ricky bicycle.
Ricky grew up, made it to college, and became a meaningful contributor to society - but he never quite seemed to grasp why the other kids picked on him.
