All the towns children were walking up to the area that the lottery took place every year. The boys gathered rocks as the girls huddled together.
Lets go ahead and start picking up stones and making piles as we wait for the grownups.
Soon, all the grown ups arrived, and the children parted from their friends to stand with their families. They all waited for Mr. Summers, who seemed to be just approaching with the black box and an assistant. Running up behind them was Tessie Hutchinson who late this year.
One by one, Mr. Summers listed every family name in the town, and all the heads from each family came to draw a folded slip of paper from the black box.
I heard some towns have stopped doing the lottery.
They are being nothing but fools. "Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon."
Everybody waited till the drawing was done to unfold their paper. This year, the winner was the Hutchinson family.
This isn't fair! This isn't fair!
The slip with the black dot and four other blank pieces of paper were put back into the box. Mr. Summers called the name of every person in the Hutchinson family to draw. This time, it was Tessie Hutchinson who won the black dot. She immediately threw a fit.
Bill. Nancy. Bill Jr. Tessie. Little Davy.
This wasn't fair! Everybody saw it! You didn't give us enough time!
But nobody listened to her cries of help. Every person in the town was required to pick up a stone and throw it at her. Even her son, little Davy, was handed pebbles. Tessie Hutchinson died that day.