Once upon a time there was a young man, a middle aged man and an old man. The young man loved nothing more than drinking and carousing with his friends. The middle aged man loved nothing more than enjoying a couple of sociable drinks with his friends. The old man preferred to sit in his garden. Every day from the rise of the Sun to the late in the night, he sat in his garden.
Every night after hours of drinking and carousing the young man would pass the old man’s house with his friends. Being young, he was loud and garrulous. Every night they would taunt the old man who would sit there, smile, and ignore them.
Every night the middle aged man would pass by the old man, and he would ignore the old man. The old man would sit there and smile. Late into the night and he would sit there and smile. Only when the moon was high in the sky would he leave his chair by the door would he make his way indoors and on to bed.
One night the young man was passing the old man in his garden, taunting him as usual. And as usual the old man sat there smiling and ignoring the old man. As the old man sat there, the young man lifted the latch on the gate and approached the old man.
“Old man. Why do you sit there and smile all the time? Have I not taunted you enough? Should I continue?”
The old man’s smile grew wider as the young man’s approach brought him closer and closer. The young man grew braver, and his voice grew louder as he continued to taunt the old man.
Without warning the old man lifted a shotgun and pulled the trigger.
He hit the young man in the chest with both barrells.
The young man was dead.
At the sound of the blast, the young man’s friends scattered to the four winds.
It just so happened that the middle aged man was walking by.
Hearing the shot, he ran into the garden to the young man’s body.
“Old man. Why did you shoot the young man?”
The old man was still smiling. And his smile grew wider yet again. He reloaded the shotgun, raised it and shot the middle aged man in the chest.
The middle aged man fell to the ground, dead.
The old man continued to smile as he put down the shotgun and went indoors.
Tags: happy new year!
*gasp*
What did the middle aged man do wrong?!?! My dubious regard to old men has increased tenfold after this.
Just goes to show that you just can’t trust people that sit there smiling all day.
They’re the ones that will go off without warning! Just ask Grandad about all the tourists up his way. (Or the general lack thereof!)