A boy called Josh liked being the funny one. His thing was teasing — quick, sharp comments that got laughs. Mostly it was harmless. But there was one kid he teased more than the others, because it always got the biggest laugh, and over time the teasing stopped being occasional and became relentless. Josh didn't really notice it building. Then one day the kid didn't laugh it off. He went quiet, packed up, and left the room, and someone said, "You know he cries about that stuff, right?" Josh felt the floor drop. The funny thing he'd been doing for laughs had been, for this kid, a daily misery. He hadn't meant it to be. But it was.