Once upon a time there
was a beautiful peasant girl name Sara whom longed for riches and beautiful
things. She lived with her parents In a small cottage at the end of the
village, she was the most beautiful girl in the village however she always
dreamed of life outside the village with a handsome man unlike the ones she saw
every day.one day her father left to go hunting and he never returned it has
been some time now and the village decided to give him a burial. She always
pictured her father still alive living happily with wealth and plenty food
unlike what was available in the village. Sarah was a good girl she did all her
chores and took care of her mother, she cooked she cleaned and she waited for
better. One day a man on a horseback came riding into the village I feel very
peaceful and wanted to run all over the village and picking up the flower and
enjoy the grass smell, looking some birds and saw that they were relaxing in
every branch of the trees. Until the quaking of the ground launched them into
the sky. They shrieked and the children screamed in response. Mothers took off
in the direction of the playground. Come
things had shifted and the slide had toppled over somewhere to the right a
child could be heard calling for their mother, the play tube had been caved in
by the rising dirt. But then uncle billy
came with his plane with that there uh thingy mah-jigga up on top of her
spinning like a fancy wind blower with the blades ma used to put in front of
grand papa to make the smell go away.
When he was younger he
was such a powerful gentlemen. It is a
tragic shame to see him like this, in this condition. I only wish he knew how we all felt about
him. We all held him in high
esteem. He was a great man and was very
respected. There is no dignity in his
deteriorating health condition. I wish
there was more that I could do to make him more comfortable. It’s this
helplessness that has me feeling constrained. I wish I could just throw money at the problem but I
haven’t even got the money to throw change into the fountain. I weigh the
options. What options? What do I do? What do I say? He’s dying and yet
everything I think of just turns to mush. I can’t go on. I won’t go on. Then it
hits me. The potion is in my mother’s dungeon. She’s kept it locked up for
years. Forbid me to go in there. But I had to save him and this was the only
way. The potion contained water from the fountain of youth. It was discovered years
ago by my great great great grandfather. When settlers discovered it, they
began to kill people who went near it. When gold miners would stumble on the
unholy land, the Indians would track down there camps to burn the flesh of the
poor souls who walked the space. When the steel Mongols charging the plains
like the brave warrior depicted in legends. How the world changed when brave
warriors don’t any longer exist and the age of cowardice has arisen. Those were
the days. Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, that’s right. Nowadays, we’re all wimps
waiting around for some politician to cut our taxes and give us free education.
Put I’ll tell you one thing: I never had nothing I didn’t work like a dog for.
I remember working in the morning at the mayonnaise factory, getting in those
big bins and scooping out the extra mayonnaise and putting it in those little
paper cups you get at the fast food restaurants. They’d show up from White
Castle every day before the lunch rush to get the little hamburger with onions
only. The line was long that day and he tough “ I DO NOT WANT TO WAIT ON THIS
LINE” He carried a gun just in case, but from one day to the next he became
very dangerous with it. He grabbed the gun and held it to the cashier and said “I
want my hamburgers and onion rings now!” he shouted. The woman started
preparing his food. However little he knew that the people who worked in the
back, used their cell phones to dial 9-1-1, the employees told them that there
was a man with a gun and that there was no shots fired. But he is armed. The
9-1-1 operator sent police officers to the scene. When the police officers
arrived to the scene the man was still armed. The police officers tried to
approach him slowly but he then pointed the gun towards them. When the police
officers finally got him to put the weapon down, they charged at him and put
hand cuffs on him. The man was than arrested and incarcerated.
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