Post by Boper911 on Dec 4, 2011 8:42:33 GMT -5
HERE IS MY STORY. woulda posted last night but I had to go to a family dinner. But I got it done this morning before church. Here ya go, hope ya like.
It was a cold Tuesday night, Boper, a golden retriever, was sitting by one of the fires in his giant mansion when the phone started to ring. Boper hadn't received a call in years…. RIIINNNNGG. It was long ago, when Boper was only a young lad…. RIIINNNGGGG. He didn't believe in SantaKinz... RIIINNNNGGG. Poor Boper, didn't you know everyone shuns the nonbelievers? RIIIINNGG. Boper gets up and walks towards the phone and picks it up. "H-h-hello?" Boper asked. He was nervous. "Boper?" The voice said. "This-this is he," Boper replied. "It's your old friend, Hopper." Said Hopper. Awkward silence. "Do you want to come stay with me for Christmas?" his friend asked. After another pause, Boper replied, "Yes, I would like that very much."
Boper began packing literally right away, he wasn't leaving for his flight for a week but he was finally getting to go somewhere, meet old friends and new people. Boper left for his flight the next week to Kinzville, where Hopper lived, and found his place. It was nicely decorated with wreathes and holly, there was snow on the ground and candy canes bordered the driveway. "This has to be the place" Boper said and he knocked on the door.
He knocked on the door. It wasn't long when Hopper, a frog, began hopping to the door. "Come inside, Boper!" He exclaimed. They both went inside and sat by the fire. They started to catch eachother up about what they've done in the past for years when a DING came from the kitchen. "Excuse me, Boper, my cookies are ready…" Said Hopper. Boper started to get a twisted feeling in his stomach, nostalgic almost, he started to remember why he lived alone in the first place. Boper looked around, a Christmas stocking, a Christmas tree, gingerbread men, and what for? For SANTAKINZ? Boper believed none of this nonsense! Boper felt the same feelings that he felt 4 years (28 dog years) ago, when he left Kinzville for these reasons.
Boper started to get up and almost leave out the door when he realized he finally had a friend. He couldn't leave now, he finally wasn't lonely. That night Boper heard a strange noise coming from the roof. Boper got up and looked around the house - just out of anxiousness that there was a robber in the house. He looked in the kitchen - no one, he looked the living room - no one. Then he heard it again, only closer. He looked into the chimney and he was hit by a large SANTAKINZ! Boper couldn't believe his eyes - SantaKinz was right there - before his eyes! Boper said, "Wow, I guess everyone was right all along. I was wrong. SantaKinz is real."
THE MORAL of the story is that you cannot always be right, sometimes you can be wrong, and accept that you are. Not ALL things must have a long reason behind it. If something happened, it happened. And lastly, stay true. You don't want to start your life living like Boper did.
It was a cold Tuesday night, Boper, a golden retriever, was sitting by one of the fires in his giant mansion when the phone started to ring. Boper hadn't received a call in years…. RIIINNNNGG. It was long ago, when Boper was only a young lad…. RIIINNNGGGG. He didn't believe in SantaKinz... RIIINNNNGGG. Poor Boper, didn't you know everyone shuns the nonbelievers? RIIIINNGG. Boper gets up and walks towards the phone and picks it up. "H-h-hello?" Boper asked. He was nervous. "Boper?" The voice said. "This-this is he," Boper replied. "It's your old friend, Hopper." Said Hopper. Awkward silence. "Do you want to come stay with me for Christmas?" his friend asked. After another pause, Boper replied, "Yes, I would like that very much."
Boper began packing literally right away, he wasn't leaving for his flight for a week but he was finally getting to go somewhere, meet old friends and new people. Boper left for his flight the next week to Kinzville, where Hopper lived, and found his place. It was nicely decorated with wreathes and holly, there was snow on the ground and candy canes bordered the driveway. "This has to be the place" Boper said and he knocked on the door.
He knocked on the door. It wasn't long when Hopper, a frog, began hopping to the door. "Come inside, Boper!" He exclaimed. They both went inside and sat by the fire. They started to catch eachother up about what they've done in the past for years when a DING came from the kitchen. "Excuse me, Boper, my cookies are ready…" Said Hopper. Boper started to get a twisted feeling in his stomach, nostalgic almost, he started to remember why he lived alone in the first place. Boper looked around, a Christmas stocking, a Christmas tree, gingerbread men, and what for? For SANTAKINZ? Boper believed none of this nonsense! Boper felt the same feelings that he felt 4 years (28 dog years) ago, when he left Kinzville for these reasons.
Boper started to get up and almost leave out the door when he realized he finally had a friend. He couldn't leave now, he finally wasn't lonely. That night Boper heard a strange noise coming from the roof. Boper got up and looked around the house - just out of anxiousness that there was a robber in the house. He looked in the kitchen - no one, he looked the living room - no one. Then he heard it again, only closer. He looked into the chimney and he was hit by a large SANTAKINZ! Boper couldn't believe his eyes - SantaKinz was right there - before his eyes! Boper said, "Wow, I guess everyone was right all along. I was wrong. SantaKinz is real."
THE MORAL of the story is that you cannot always be right, sometimes you can be wrong, and accept that you are. Not ALL things must have a long reason behind it. If something happened, it happened. And lastly, stay true. You don't want to start your life living like Boper did.