Monday, 3 September 2018
Pourquoi Tales
A Long, Long time ago Mr. Wiseman went for a stroll through the long and majestic park with his imaginary friend named Walrus. Then they walked then walked then they reached a fountain, The Fountain of Hair, “Let’s sit down here.” Said Walrus So they sat down on a cold and rusty bench near the fountain.
Then, when they sat down a big disgustingly smelly very hairy monster popped out of the fountain, “Hahahaha!” The Monster maniacally laughed
“Oh no!” Said Mr. Wiseman
“I am the hair monster, guardian of the fountain of hair!” Said The Monster
“Oh no! Bigfoot!” Said Walrus whilst hiding behind a tree
“No, I’m Not Bigfoot! I am The Hair Monster!” Angrily said the monster.
“So the cousin of Bigfoot?” as Mr. Wiseman came out of a hole.
The Hair Monster just stood there with disappointment.
“You have teased me! Now I shall take your hair!” Shouted The Monster
“No! Not my hair!” Said Mr. Wiseman
“Hair-O Deleto-O!” Chanted The Monster.
So slowly but surely Mr. Wiseman’s hair fell of strand by strand. You have disappointed me but you have made me laugh. So I will only take ⅕ of your hair.
“Why would you do this!” Shouted Mr. Wiseman
“Because you have teased me!” Angrily shouted the monster
“It can regrow right!” Asked Mr. Wiseman
“No.” Said the monster
Then Mr Wiseman fell on his knees on the cold and dirty ground and loudly shouted “Nooooooo!!!!”
The next hour Mr. Wiseman went to the to the very shoddy and glum mall to buy a cap. But when he went in people laughed at him. They laughed and laughed until Mr Wiseman could not take it anymore. So he quickly ran to the cringey and colorful hat shop, recklessly, grabbed a random hat and then went to the counter then when he bought the hat he put it on. Without realizing it was a jester hat. He walked out the door confidently but a awkward silence came then… everybody bursted out with laughter. Quickly Mr. Wiseman rushed to the filthy and pungent bathroom. And there he saw himself with a jester hat on his head. Ran to his car to go home.
When he got home his wife didn't laugh or tease him she just hugged him.
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