The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

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Unformatted text preview: nward slide of momentum was gradual, but as the months progressed, Tommy was consistently gathering the ire of the Hitler Youth leaders, especially when it came to the marching. Remember Hitler’s birthday the previous year? For some time, the ear infections were getting worse. They had reached the point where Tommy had genuine problems hearing. He could not make out the commands that were shouted at the group as they marched in line. It didn’t matter if it was in the hall or outside, in the snow or the mud or the slits of rain. The goal was always to have everyone stop at the same time. “One click!” they were told. “That’s all the Führer wants to hear. Everyone united. Everyone together as one!” Then Tommy. It was his left ear, I think. That was the most troublesome of the two, and when the bitter cry of “Halt!” wet the ears of everybody else, Tommy marched comically and obliviously on. He could transform a marching line into a dog’s breakfast in the blink of an eye. On one particular Saturday, at the beginning of July, just after three-thirty and a litany of Tommy-inspired failed marching attempts, Franz Deutscher (the ultimate name for the ultimate teenage Nazi) was completely fed up. “Müller, du A fe!” His thick blond hair massaged his head and his words manipulated Tommy’s face. “You ape —what’s wrong with you?” Tommy slouched fearfully back, but his left cheek still managed to twitch in a manic, cheerful contortion. He appeared not only to be laughing with a triumphant smirk, but accepting the bucketing with glee. And Franz Deutscher wasn’t having any of it. His pale eyes cooked him. “Well?” he asked. “What can you say for yourself?” Tommy’s twitch only increased, in both speed and depth. “Are you mocking me?” “Heil,” twitched Tommy, in a desperate attempt to buy some approval, but he did not make it to the “Hitler” part. That was when Rudy stepped forward. He faced Franz Deutscher, looking up at him. “He’s got a problem, sir —” “I can see that!” “W...
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