And every day he walks past a whorehouase, and one of the older women would always taunt the boy, saying "Heya little boy" while wiggling her little finger. The boy asked her why she was wiggling her finger, and she responded by saying "Because thats how small your little thingie is" So the next day while walking to school, the crone did the same thing. The boy's response? To dump the books out of his backpack and let it fill up in the wind.