By The Mildest

A boy said: "Mummy; I was braved"

"By who?" His mother asked. "By our teacher." He replied.

"What have you done to him?" asked the mother. 

"Nothing; just that I use to answer every question he asks." Replied the boy.

"What of the rest of your class mates?" His mother asked. " 

"They just clapped for me but one of them has called me a fool." He replied.

"But have you asked him why did  he called you a fool?" She asked again.  

"No, I didn't ask him. It is for enmity; because he used to criticize even before then." He replied. 

"But which types of questions  do the teacher use to ask you?" She asked again. 

"He use to ask me about my name, my father's, my mother's, my sister's, the food I eats, in fact, including the color and the type of my bed." He replied. 

"Hhhhhhm." His mother sighed. She has understood that her son had made fool of himself. She then said: "my son; whenever you're insulted, don't only look at the acridity of the insult but look at or ask of the reason before it and note that, all our enemies are our critics but not all our critics are our enemies. This is because, some critics do provide guidelines to our conducts."