A Mooronic Phony: A Short Story

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If you really want to hear a story, first thing you should know is that this story has a happy ending, well at least for me it does because it shows what happens when you act like a moronic phony. I imagine this happening to a lot of people I know. I don’t know when or even where this story takes place, if you want to know the truth, but I know it’s far away from here. So anyways, somewhere in a god forsaken place, was this dull little village. The villagers would wake up before dawn and hear old sheep until the sun would rise. Their whole lives revolved around sheep, Who gives a damn about sheep? A young boy grew up there and since he could remember, his only job was to look after the old sheep. They were the easiest to handle. The only difficult…show more content…
Three hours in, he was bored out of his mind. Who wouldn’t be? It was the stupidest job you can think of. So out of pure boredom, this idiot decided that it would be fun to pull a prank on the other villagers. He didn’t give a damn what people would do when they found out, like the ignorant phony that he was. So what’s funnier than faking a wolf attack? Well anything and everything, but apparently this idiot thought that it would be hilarious. So out of pure amusement, this phony started screaming at the top of his lungs “HELP! HELP! There are wolves circling my sheep!” And what do you know, within ten minutes, everyone from the village came sprinting towards him. And like the idiot that he was, he fell to the ground laughing his brains out. That killed me. When someone is really pissed at you, you don’t roll on the ground laughing at them. If some idiot makes a fool out of themselves, you laugh and mock far away from their arm span. That will save you from a bloody nose. The villagers didn’t break his face because he was only a kid, but they did leave him with a warning. Like that was going to stop him. Anyways, the boy went home that night with a big smirk on his…show more content…
So two hours in and after a sheep bit him, he decided to have some fun again. He started screaming like a little girl and once again, the villagers ran up the hill to his aid. And when he started laughing in their faces this time, it wasn’t so funny anymore. The villagers were furious, but the boy didn’t care. He got what he wanted, and that was to fill himself up with the pure satisfaction of aggravating other people. And once again, the next morning the boy woke up, fed the dog, and headed out to herd the sheep. It was about midday when suddenly, he heard a howl. He thought at first that it was only a joke by the other village boys, but the howls got even louder and louder. Suddenly, a furry grey head popped up from the woods ahead, and then several others followed. They advanced down the hill and gathered around him. The boy starts screaming for help, but nobody came. Who would come after what he did? Nobody. Not a single soul. Nobody was willing to trust the phony ever again. And soon enough, the boy was torn apart limb from limb, if you want to know the truth. But I don’t want to get into the details. Now as you may know, I’m an extreme pacifist, so I usually don’t approve of death like this, or really any at all, but this phony moron got what was coming to
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