And I feel like writing a short story!!
There once was a kind old man who lived on a great big hill. Once upon a time a young boy came up the great big hill so he could throw rocks at the kind old man. The kind old man asked the boy why he would want to throw rocks at him. The boy responded, "Because you're nothing but a terrible, ugly old man!"
"But we've never met before!" The kind old man said. "How can you know so much about me?"
The young boy stared at the ground. "I don't know... The other kids say that you are."
"So you don't even know me," said the kind old man. "But you want to hurt me. I think that you need to rethink how you make your decisions."
The young boy nodded vigorously. They shook hands and the boy ran down the great big hill back to his waiting friends. They all wanted to know what had happened. The boy said, "Oh, he's mean and ugly all right! And big as a mountain! He almost chomped me up with his big teeth and almost grabbed me with his long claws! He said that the next kid who bothers him, he's really going to roast 'em!"
The children's eyes grew wide with fear. "Let's get out of here!" They cried. And they ran away.
The young boy looked back up the great big hill and smiled. That should keep the kids away... at least for a little while.
So, that went in a different direction than I had planned. I wonder if the young boy was doing more harm than good..?
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