bedtime story no.1
Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep. Other times, I pretend to have trouble falling asleep just so Karl can tell me a bedtime story...
Once upon a time, there was a zebra. What was his name? His name was Bob, and he wasn't like other zebras. This was a special zebra. Bob had red and white stripes. How did he get the stripes? It was a genetic mutation. All the other zebras made fun of him--and wouldn't let him join in their zebra games?--yes, and didn't let him join in their zebra games.
Whenever they saw him, they would yell out: "Hooray! For Red Stripe Bob!" But they didn't really mean it. They just wanted to hurt poor Bob's feelings because he was different. More importantly, he stood out in the savannah, and no one wanted to hang out with him because they were afraid Bob would get them killed. This made Bob very sad.But one day, when all the animals were sleeping under rocks and trees and caves, an airplane flew overhead. Was it a good or bad airplane? This airplane was carrying a load of red paint to China. The pilot accidentally opened the cargo bay, and red paint spilled all over the savannah, covering everything.
When the animals woke up the next day, the big bad lion was very happy. He no longer had to search for his food; they were right in front of him. This made all the animals very scared, especially the zebras because they were white and black, not even a little bit red. And they didn't want to get eaten.
After a while, they started to get worried about Bob. They didn't know where he was! They couldn't find him anywhere. But little did they know, Bob was sneaking up on Mr. Lion. Now Bob was the predator, and the big bad lion was the prey. Bob creeped up slowly to Mr. Lion, paused, then kicked him in the head. BAM! Mr. Lion fell fast asleep and never woke up. Did he have narcolepsy? No, he just never woke up.Now the zebras were all very happy, and they yelled: "Hooray! For Red Stripe Bob!" But this time they meant it.
Moral of the story is: even though something you have may seem like a curse, you never know when it could come in handy.
The End.
posted by Tiffany @ 12:11 AM
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