Artemis
Just Punked Himself
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Gather round children, for I have tails to tell thee.
hehe yes these are true stories, and something just happend thats why im telling you now.
As you all DONT know, I live....near an old peoples home, so...well you can guess the rest of the story.
Well anyways, a small tale of what just transpired about 5 mins ago.
Mum was in her room for a second, I am sitting by my computer.
Mum the shouted in mid run "Some crazy persons at our car" of course, due to the factor of running, I did not get to hear it all, so I continue the conversation with the customary "What?" which normally carries such a half heard, odd statement.
My mum repeats her previous statement.
I repeat my previous statement, believing that I must have mis heard.
Where I live, its not a good idea to have cars, because they are continually attacked, being a family who has three, this is a concern to us.
My Mum continues her run down the stairs and out the door, I continue my more relaxed jog to the window, where I see, much to my amazement, an old man at our car.
For some reason, that is unresolved in my mind, and I believe would be similarly to most scientist and psychologists alike, he was trying to 'Unlock' our car, using the end of the string which attaches to his glasses.
What annoyd me the most was he wasnt actually at the lock, but merely at a bit of metal which covers our care skeloton, near the handle.
With a bemused look on my face, I watch as my Mum runs to the old, frosty haird man.
"Excuse me" She enquires "What are you doing to my car?"
"Your car?" The man proceeds to answer, and you can guess the rest.
My Mum convinces him to allow her to lead him back to where he lives, while playing a feeble game of "Guess my name" where you could not win, for the man himself was unsure of the answer.
Story 2
This happend a little while ago, maybe 2 months, and I playd a more active role in this such insident.
The door bell goes, and I get up and approach it.
I look out the window, to see a old woman turn round and walk starting to walk away.
I open the door...
"Hello?" I enquire.
"Hello" she responds, and as I recall, conversation became lacking at this point.
In a vain attempt to assertain the reason for her call, which is apparent to me now not to be a social call.
"Can I help you?" I start, slightly confused.
She answers with a statement that cought me off guard, and to be perfectly honest, would catch any red blooded human of guard who had a similar situation.
"They are going to blow up my house"
"BWUAHAHEH"...I choke, and stop myself before I crush the old womans heart with laughter "..euh?...sorry?"
She repeats.
Of course, by now the answer has hit me, and the word Crazy dances around my grey matter as I peer at this old woman.
"Let me get my parents" This is a statement used by any teenager in case of situations like this.
My Dad talks to her, convinces her that they cant keep her, and that her kids are not still in the house which she believes will blow up (Why youd leave them there is not certain to me)
My Mum and Dad manage to convince her, and they take her back, with my Dad taking point, and going on into the old peoples home to "Check for bombs" or something along those my lines, or so my Mum told the old woman.
But fear not, she was not gona forever, she has come back since, once when we were back from a walk, she was in our garden, telling us how she had got lost in here (It really isnt that big)
Thank you, and pleasent dreams!
hehe yes these are true stories, and something just happend thats why im telling you now.
As you all DONT know, I live....near an old peoples home, so...well you can guess the rest of the story.
Well anyways, a small tale of what just transpired about 5 mins ago.
Mum was in her room for a second, I am sitting by my computer.
Mum the shouted in mid run "Some crazy persons at our car" of course, due to the factor of running, I did not get to hear it all, so I continue the conversation with the customary "What?" which normally carries such a half heard, odd statement.
My mum repeats her previous statement.
I repeat my previous statement, believing that I must have mis heard.
Where I live, its not a good idea to have cars, because they are continually attacked, being a family who has three, this is a concern to us.
My Mum continues her run down the stairs and out the door, I continue my more relaxed jog to the window, where I see, much to my amazement, an old man at our car.
For some reason, that is unresolved in my mind, and I believe would be similarly to most scientist and psychologists alike, he was trying to 'Unlock' our car, using the end of the string which attaches to his glasses.
What annoyd me the most was he wasnt actually at the lock, but merely at a bit of metal which covers our care skeloton, near the handle.
With a bemused look on my face, I watch as my Mum runs to the old, frosty haird man.
"Excuse me" She enquires "What are you doing to my car?"
"Your car?" The man proceeds to answer, and you can guess the rest.
My Mum convinces him to allow her to lead him back to where he lives, while playing a feeble game of "Guess my name" where you could not win, for the man himself was unsure of the answer.
Story 2
This happend a little while ago, maybe 2 months, and I playd a more active role in this such insident.
The door bell goes, and I get up and approach it.
I look out the window, to see a old woman turn round and walk starting to walk away.
I open the door...
"Hello?" I enquire.
"Hello" she responds, and as I recall, conversation became lacking at this point.
In a vain attempt to assertain the reason for her call, which is apparent to me now not to be a social call.
"Can I help you?" I start, slightly confused.
She answers with a statement that cought me off guard, and to be perfectly honest, would catch any red blooded human of guard who had a similar situation.
"They are going to blow up my house"
"BWUAHAHEH"...I choke, and stop myself before I crush the old womans heart with laughter "..euh?...sorry?"
She repeats.
Of course, by now the answer has hit me, and the word Crazy dances around my grey matter as I peer at this old woman.
"Let me get my parents" This is a statement used by any teenager in case of situations like this.
My Dad talks to her, convinces her that they cant keep her, and that her kids are not still in the house which she believes will blow up (Why youd leave them there is not certain to me)
My Mum and Dad manage to convince her, and they take her back, with my Dad taking point, and going on into the old peoples home to "Check for bombs" or something along those my lines, or so my Mum told the old woman.
But fear not, she was not gona forever, she has come back since, once when we were back from a walk, she was in our garden, telling us how she had got lost in here (It really isnt that big)
Thank you, and pleasent dreams!
Poor man...bit violent though..
She shouldn't be working in a place where she's supposed to help those kind of people. 
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