CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
There once was a boy named Richard, and he was very pleased with himself.
"I've found the cure for the common cold!" he said, to some ducks. Well, the ducks didn't much care being that they were ducks and had never suffered from the afflicition.
"Stop shouting about nonesense and feed us more bread!" they said, but of course in duck language and Richard didn't understand, not being a duck himself.
"I must rush home and tell mother!" said Richard, for he was only twelve but was sure in his heat that the cure was valid.
And rush he didn't, hastily throwing the remaining crums of bread into the pond, hitting one duck in the wing and anothe right in the beak.
"Ouch!" said the duck whose beak had been struck. "I don't care if that boy has found the cure for the common cold, whatever that is, I hope he's run over by a truck!"
Richard ran towards his home (it wasn't far), skipping as he went, singing merrily to himself, paying no heed to the girls laughing at him. "I've cured the common cold, lalalala!" he sand, as he danced in the middle of a road. He saw an old man sneezing at the other side. "Don't worry, I've cured the common cold!" he said.
"WATCH OUT, SONNY!" screamed the old gent. Richard turn just in time to see the truck hit him head on. He flew high into the air.
"I'm flying! WEEEEE!" he thought, before crashing to the ground, breaking his neck and dying almost instantly. There was just enough time for one more thought to pass through his small brain. "No one will ever know...what I've done...except the ducks!" He expired.
But Richard need not have despaired. For he hadn't cured the common cold at all! No, he was just mentally ill!
THE END
"I've found the cure for the common cold!" he said, to some ducks. Well, the ducks didn't much care being that they were ducks and had never suffered from the afflicition.
"Stop shouting about nonesense and feed us more bread!" they said, but of course in duck language and Richard didn't understand, not being a duck himself.
"I must rush home and tell mother!" said Richard, for he was only twelve but was sure in his heat that the cure was valid.
And rush he didn't, hastily throwing the remaining crums of bread into the pond, hitting one duck in the wing and anothe right in the beak.
"Ouch!" said the duck whose beak had been struck. "I don't care if that boy has found the cure for the common cold, whatever that is, I hope he's run over by a truck!"
Richard ran towards his home (it wasn't far), skipping as he went, singing merrily to himself, paying no heed to the girls laughing at him. "I've cured the common cold, lalalala!" he sand, as he danced in the middle of a road. He saw an old man sneezing at the other side. "Don't worry, I've cured the common cold!" he said.
"WATCH OUT, SONNY!" screamed the old gent. Richard turn just in time to see the truck hit him head on. He flew high into the air.
"I'm flying! WEEEEE!" he thought, before crashing to the ground, breaking his neck and dying almost instantly. There was just enough time for one more thought to pass through his small brain. "No one will ever know...what I've done...except the ducks!" He expired.
But Richard need not have despaired. For he hadn't cured the common cold at all! No, he was just mentally ill!
THE END
