Though what I plan to write about is only a small aspect of the story, I do think it's about delivering justice even if it's in a pathetically small way. Let's cast aside the opinions of the neighborhood and a stressed parent and focus on Christopher, our hopelessly (and actually uncontrollably) earnest protagonist. Not many care about dead dogs, though one with a fork running through it would probably cause more concern than a chunk of roadkill. But, not many have such a fondness for the easy to read, loyal mammals. And, not many would dedicate more than a few hours wondering about who killed a dog. I, personally, do not like dogs, I find for them to be horribly over-rated and excitable. If I stumbled upon a dead dog, I would walk right by it and would probably forget about the encounter a few minutes after it occurred. Dogs do, I suppose, deserve justice, justice that is very rarely served. The only person honorable enough and earnest enough to try to deliver this justice is an outcast, a boy with autism who's thought to be unintelligent by others (which is a very inaccurate deduction).
It makes me think that the most frowned upon or criticized can often be better people than those that degrade their being. It's a rather amusing idea, that the people thought to inferior actually have a higher morale than those that put them down. Well, I can't say it's surprising, in order to make somebody inferior to oneself, the bully must be both ignorant and arrogant, two traits of stupidity.
By helping a dead dog, Christopher brings not only justice to the dog, but to himself as well. He displayed his interest in things that are often over-looked, he unknowingly proved the people that thought he was stupid wrong. He created for himself a secretive form of self-justice, secretive because he was unaware that he had even created it. He had managed to liberate himself and free himself of stereotypes by just doing what he always does, which is a feat in itself.
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