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He Couldn't Tell a Lie
Daniel Davidson

Hans Furose was a twelve year old German boy. He lived in the capital of Germany, Berlin. He was a normal boy; he went to school and had friends, he loved to play and eat, and he loved his country and its leader, Adolf Hitler. Yes, Hans was a very normal German boy, or at least he was until one day in early October. The day was dreary and gloomy, and that morning Hans had gone to school. Now he was walking home with his good friend Frank, who lived a few blocks down from where Hans lived. When he got to his house he said goodbye. Then he noticed some officers coming out of the house across from his. We wondered why they were there. His friend David and his family had lived there, but they had left two days ago, and they were now traveling to the French border for who knows what reason. He decide to ask his parents about the officers over supper. Later that night, as Hans and his parents were eating supper, he brought up the subject of the officers that had been at the house across the street. Before answering, his mother and father looked at each other. Then, in unison, they said, "Hans, we have something to tell you." They sounded very serious. After a pause his father continued, "Hitler has begun to take Jews away from their homes to a place far away, a place that we don't know about. We don't know for sure, but it can't be a good sign. Hitler hates Jews, that is why he make the Jews wear stars of their clothes, and it is also why those officers were at David's house. They were there to take them away." "Even David?" asked Hans, wondering where this conversation was going. "Yes," his other replied "They would have taken David too." For a minute Hans just sat there, eating his food. Then he spoke, "Well, I guess it's a good thing they went to France when they did, then." His father and mother looked at each other again. "They're actually not it France, Hans, they're is our house." they said together. "What?!" yelled David "Your hiding people in our house and you don't even tell me 'til two days later? I want to see them now!" "Slow down! Slow down." Hans's mother sounded worried "You may not see them right now, but I will tell you this, they are in a trapdoor under our bed." Hans was horrified "But hiding David's family is like lying to the entire German Government! The Government can't afford to have lying citizens in the middle of a World War! How could we—you—do such a terrible thing!" "Hans," his father replied, with much urgency in his voice "You must tell no one about this. You must listen to us! If you don't you could be putting your friend and his family in danger! Hitler is not a good as you think, as far as we know, he could be killing thousands of Jews every day! Now, if those officers come to our house you must leave the talking to us. Go, Hans, do your homework." That night the officers didn't come, but Hans slept fitfully. The next morning Hans went to school, but he could not concentrate on his studies. At lunch Frank asked him what he had been thinking about in Math class. Hans stopped himself just in time from mentioning David. Instead he said, "I was just thinking about why Mrs. Bullar is so boring. You would think that she went to a school that taught their students how to be boring!" Everybody else laughed at this, but Hans felt terrible. He had just told his first lie ever, and he had told it to his very best friend. He excused himself to go to the bathroom. After school Hans went straight home, by himself. When he got there his mother was waiting just inside. She ushered him in quickly, and shut the door. "An officer came to our house about an hour ago." She whispered to him, "I turned off the lights just in time, but he will be back soon. Come, it is time you see David. Then she led him into her bedroom, and pushed aside the bed, there, right in the middle of the floor was small trapdoor that blended in with the wood. Hans's mother bent down, opened the door, climbed down, and beckoned for Hans to come too. Hans did. When he got to the bottom of the ladder that had taken him into the pit, he looked around, his mother had lit a lantern since there was no light, and Hans could just see David and his family huddled against one wall, praying. "David!" Hans said as he ran over and hugged his old friend. "Hans?" David asked, "Is that you?" Hans was surprised by David's response, "Of course it's my, David, come on, let's go play a game, I'll go get one!" "No," replied David, "I'm not really in the game-playing mood. Plus, my family is praying right now, I must pray with them." Hans was surprised at how his friend had changed. The once game-loving, I-don't-want-to-pray kid was gone, and in his place was a scared, I-don't-want-to-play type of person. "Well, goodbye then, David. See you some other time I guess." Hans said, then ran over to the ladder, where his mother was waiting. When he was half way up the ladder David's voice came from below. "Please don't tell anybody where I am, David. Please!" Hans didn't answer, but instead climbed back up the ladder to his house, and shut the trapdoor. That evening, after a silent supper, Hans went to bed. In the middle of the night he was awaken by his mother. "Quickly, David, an officer is at the door. Wait here and pretend to sleep. Do not come out of this bed." His father, who was also there, nodded, then they left the room. Quickly, Hans began breathing deeply again, then he listened. He heard the door open and the voice of an officer begin to speak, then he heard his father's voice, and then the officer's voice again. It sounded thick and powerful. Hans was scared. Then he heard his mother's calm, soothing voice, and it helped him, but he could sense that trouble was coming. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he heard the sound of his family's stuff being thrown around. Then, after a few minutes, his bedroom door creaked open and he heard the officer begin to speak, "Ah, and what have we here?" he said "This is our son," said his father, "Please, don't wake him up, he has a long day of school tomorrow, and he needs his rest!" The officer was not happy about this. "No," he said, "I must wake the child. It will only be for a second." Then he went over to Hans and banged him hard on the head with his fist. Hans screamed and jumped up. "Who's there?" he asked. The officer, who was amused by this, said "Hello boy, I am an officer of the German Government. I am here to ask you a few questions. Please answer them quickly and simply. Hans looked at his parents quickly, and his mother nodded, as if to say "Go on." "Alright sir. What do you need to ask me?" he asked. "I would like to ask you, boy, Do you have any Jew hiding in your house? If the answer is yes, where are they?" "Oh, oh." Thought Hans, what should I do? Should he lie to the entire German Government, or should he tell the truth and let his fried be sent away? Why was there so much pressure? "Answer me!" said the officer, and immediately Hans knew what he had to do. He couldn't lie. No. He couldn't lie. "They're under my parents bed in a pit covered by a trapdoor." he said, then fell to the floor, to pressured to stand up any more. After that everything happened quickly. Hans's parents began to cry, and Hans didn't know what to do. Then, the officer picked him up and said the worst words that Hans ever heard. "Thank you Hans, Thank you for helping Germany become pure. Soon, every Jew that ever was will be dead and after that, Germany will rule the world!" The officer then laid Hans down on the bed, where Hans immediately fell asleep, so tired from the grief and misery that had overcome him. Epilogue One day, only three years later, Hans decided to join the Allied Forces. So, after escaping from Germany, he joined the British army as a spy, and fought against the country he had once loved. Because after telling that lie, he know that some lies were actually for the greater good. The End
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