In Tittlebuck town everyone was always angry and very happy about being angry. The people of Tittlebuck town obvsioulsy enjoyed the fist pumping and clenching that came from constant anger. No one can argue that those aren't wonderful ways to spend the day. Also, being constantly angry meant they never had to stare at a blank wall or shift their weight from side to side thinking "what is there to do?" There is always something to do when you are full of anger. There is pacing and yelling and teeth grinding and ulcer farming. There is hitting and screaming and pounding. The list never ends. Also, everyone had to hurry to and fro because they needed to make sure that they got to tell all the various people and plants and animals and objects that they were angry at them. It was a wonderful way of living and a wonderful place to visit.
But then one day Mr. Hennypot (not the fat one or the tall one but the one with glasses. No, not the reading glasses, the all day all night glasses. Yes that one) gave birth to a tiny fat baby boy named Charlie. Charlie never cried. Charlie never yelled. Charlie just smiled and cooed and farted. He was very happy and this made everyone worried. Suddenly everyone in Tittlebuck town was worried instead of angry. This was confusing and stores closed down and the economy sank and their was general chaos. No one knew what to do with their fists or their teeth and occasionally people even stared blankly at the wall or shifted their weight. Everyone was sure the end was coming. Then Mr. Hennypot (yes, that Mr. Hennypot) had a wonderful idea. He took the fat happy farting baby to Yoberville where everyone was happy all the time. When he came back Mrs. Hennypot (you remember which one, right?) was very angry that he did this.
And thus life was back to normal.
LONG LIVE TITTLEBUCK!
The moral of this story is one should not shift their weight.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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