Horrible Children's Story
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Frank who lived in a village near the top of a green mountain.
Basically, Frank was a happy kid. He liked his friends. He liked his village. He even liked school.
There was just one thing that was missing.
A puppy.
The village had no puppies, so Frank had no puppy and this was the one thing that made him sad sometimes.
But there was hope for Frank. For on the other side of the mountain there was a castle, where the king of the mountain lived. The king loved puppies and he had many of them.
Frank knew about the king's puppies as did everyone in his village. And one day he was whining to his father about them.
"Daddy, I want a puppy. Why can't I have a puppy like the king?"
Frank then began to weep.
When Frank was sad, his daddy Lucky was also sad. All Lucky wanted was for his boy to be happy. But there was something Lucky could do to help.
Lucky worked at the castle. He was a janitor in the King's tennis complex and he'd actually seen the famous puppies every day for the last seven years.
As he watched the tears stream down his son's face, he began to think...
"It wouldn't be so hard to grab one of the puppies at the end of my shift and just walk out of there. There are so many puppies at the castle, no one would ever miss him."
The next morning, before he was to leave for work, Lucky kneeled down and whispered in his son's ear.
“When I arrive home from work today, I’ll have a surprise for you. Here’s a hint. Your surprise will be furry and he’ll bark.”
As he watched his father walk down the road, towards the other side of the mountain, Frank was as happy as he’d ever been. He knew that in just a few hours he’d have a puppy.
At work that day, Lucky did his job as he would have any other day. He washed the floor. Picked up tennis balls. Polished the king’s prized racquets. Before he knew it, the end of his shift had arrived.
Lucky walked out of the King’s tennis complex, and wouldn’t you know it, at his feet was a little furry puppy. It was a little boy puppy. Brown and white with long ears and wet nose. His tail was wagging, he barked, licked Lucky’s hand, and he made a fuss. He knew Frank would love him.
He kneeled down and pretended to tie his shoes and when he stood back up, he quickly picked up the puppy and tucked it in his jumpsuit.
He quickly began to walk towards the palace gate, when he heard his name being called from across the courtyard.
It was his boss and he was calling after him.
Lucky panicked and began to run for the gate. But the king’s guards saw him and easily tackled him to the ground.
Lucky’s boss finally caught up to him.
“Lucky, why did you run from me. I was just bringing you your lunch box.”
Indeed, his boss was holding his bright orange lunch box.
Lucky decided to tell the truth.
“Boss, I cannot lie to you. The truth is that I wanted one of the king’s puppies for my little boy.”
Lucky’s boss was very disappointed. Stealing was wrong and he would have to fire Lucky, one of his best workers.
“Where is the puppy now?” he asked.
“He is here,” said Lucky, unzipping his jumpsuit, and pulling out the little puppy.
But something was wrong. The little puppy was not moving. He wasn’t barking or licking or making a fuss. He was dead. When Lucky fell, he’d crushed the little puppy.
Lucky’s boss was very upset. His eyes grew large and red.
“You have killed one of the king’s prized puppies,” he screamed. “You will repay this life, with you OWN!”
Lucky’s boss then ordered the king’s guards to bring Lucky behind the tennis center and behead him.
Meanwhile, back at the village, Frank waited for his father and his new puppy. His father usually arrived home at 6:15. It was already 7:30 and there was no sign of him. 9:30 came. Then 10:30.
At 11:30 there was a knock at the door. “Finally,” Frank thought, “Daddy is home. He must have lost his keys.”
Frank opened the door and to his surprise it wasn’t his father at all. It was a lady in an ill fitting gray suit.
“Little, Frank. My name is Mrs. Stella, and I’m from village child protective services. I have some sad news. Your daddy is dead and I’m taking you to live with a new family.”
You see. Frank didn’t have a mommy. She died in childbirth.
As you can imagine, Frank began to cry and cry. Mrs. Stella began to pack up his few belongings. When she was finished, she took Frank by the hand and led him out of his home for the last time.
“Don’t worry, Frank. I’m sure you’ll love your new Family.”
Chocking back the tears, Frank muttered, “Do they have a puppy?”
“No.”
THE END.
Basically, Frank was a happy kid. He liked his friends. He liked his village. He even liked school.
There was just one thing that was missing.
A puppy.
The village had no puppies, so Frank had no puppy and this was the one thing that made him sad sometimes.
But there was hope for Frank. For on the other side of the mountain there was a castle, where the king of the mountain lived. The king loved puppies and he had many of them.
Frank knew about the king's puppies as did everyone in his village. And one day he was whining to his father about them.
"Daddy, I want a puppy. Why can't I have a puppy like the king?"
Frank then began to weep.
When Frank was sad, his daddy Lucky was also sad. All Lucky wanted was for his boy to be happy. But there was something Lucky could do to help.
Lucky worked at the castle. He was a janitor in the King's tennis complex and he'd actually seen the famous puppies every day for the last seven years.
As he watched the tears stream down his son's face, he began to think...
"It wouldn't be so hard to grab one of the puppies at the end of my shift and just walk out of there. There are so many puppies at the castle, no one would ever miss him."
The next morning, before he was to leave for work, Lucky kneeled down and whispered in his son's ear.
“When I arrive home from work today, I’ll have a surprise for you. Here’s a hint. Your surprise will be furry and he’ll bark.”
As he watched his father walk down the road, towards the other side of the mountain, Frank was as happy as he’d ever been. He knew that in just a few hours he’d have a puppy.
At work that day, Lucky did his job as he would have any other day. He washed the floor. Picked up tennis balls. Polished the king’s prized racquets. Before he knew it, the end of his shift had arrived.
Lucky walked out of the King’s tennis complex, and wouldn’t you know it, at his feet was a little furry puppy. It was a little boy puppy. Brown and white with long ears and wet nose. His tail was wagging, he barked, licked Lucky’s hand, and he made a fuss. He knew Frank would love him.
He kneeled down and pretended to tie his shoes and when he stood back up, he quickly picked up the puppy and tucked it in his jumpsuit.
He quickly began to walk towards the palace gate, when he heard his name being called from across the courtyard.
It was his boss and he was calling after him.
Lucky panicked and began to run for the gate. But the king’s guards saw him and easily tackled him to the ground.
Lucky’s boss finally caught up to him.
“Lucky, why did you run from me. I was just bringing you your lunch box.”
Indeed, his boss was holding his bright orange lunch box.
Lucky decided to tell the truth.
“Boss, I cannot lie to you. The truth is that I wanted one of the king’s puppies for my little boy.”
Lucky’s boss was very disappointed. Stealing was wrong and he would have to fire Lucky, one of his best workers.
“Where is the puppy now?” he asked.
“He is here,” said Lucky, unzipping his jumpsuit, and pulling out the little puppy.
But something was wrong. The little puppy was not moving. He wasn’t barking or licking or making a fuss. He was dead. When Lucky fell, he’d crushed the little puppy.
Lucky’s boss was very upset. His eyes grew large and red.
“You have killed one of the king’s prized puppies,” he screamed. “You will repay this life, with you OWN!”
Lucky’s boss then ordered the king’s guards to bring Lucky behind the tennis center and behead him.
Meanwhile, back at the village, Frank waited for his father and his new puppy. His father usually arrived home at 6:15. It was already 7:30 and there was no sign of him. 9:30 came. Then 10:30.
At 11:30 there was a knock at the door. “Finally,” Frank thought, “Daddy is home. He must have lost his keys.”
Frank opened the door and to his surprise it wasn’t his father at all. It was a lady in an ill fitting gray suit.
“Little, Frank. My name is Mrs. Stella, and I’m from village child protective services. I have some sad news. Your daddy is dead and I’m taking you to live with a new family.”
You see. Frank didn’t have a mommy. She died in childbirth.
As you can imagine, Frank began to cry and cry. Mrs. Stella began to pack up his few belongings. When she was finished, she took Frank by the hand and led him out of his home for the last time.
“Don’t worry, Frank. I’m sure you’ll love your new Family.”
Chocking back the tears, Frank muttered, “Do they have a puppy?”
“No.”
THE END.
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