A Short Moral Tale, an anansispidergod Original
Title: A short moral tale
Author: anansispidergod
An Original Work
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Bullying
Summary: Billy Brown was a bad boy.
A short moral tale
By: anansispidergod
An Original Work
Billy Brown was a bad boy. He broke all his toys, stole candy from the store, was rude to his mother, and pushed all the other children at the playground. He stomped on sandcastles and burned anthills and tore up the other children’s drawings. All around, he was quite the terror.
The children all hated him and tried to avoid playing anywhere near him if at all possible. They called him mean and warned any new children to stay away from him. The parents all disliked him and whispered to each other about how misbehaved he was as they stood huddled on the edges of the children’s play. They never wanted to set up any play-dates. Everyone was quite agreed: nobody liked little Billy Brown.
And he quite liked it that way. He liked to stomp on sandcastles and burn up anthills. He liked to steal and destroy the other children’s things. He liked to terrorize people very much in fact. He was the undisputed King of the Playground because he could do whatever he wanted and never had to wait his turn because all the other children would run away from him. Billy Brown was very happy this way.
Now, his parents tried their best to make him a better person. They said,
“Billy, don’t you want some friends?”
And Billy said,
“No. The other children are stupid, and I much prefer to play by myself.”
And they said,
“Billy, you don’t really want people to be afraid of you, do you?”
And Billy said,
“Yes, I do. That way they do whatever I want and leave me alone and I never have to wait my turn for anything.”
And they said, desperate,
“Billy, if you aren’t a Good Boy then Santa will not bring you any presents. Instead he’ll bring you a lump of coal.”
And Billy said he’d believe it when he saw it because nobody had ever denied him anything before. And of course it wasn’t true, because Santa is much nicer in real life than he is in the stories, and usually likes to give even naughty children the benefit of the doubt.
As the years went on, Billy got meaner and nastier and ruled the playground with an iron fist and everyone was afraid of him. And Santa finally saw that Billy Brown was just too Naughty to get presents that year. So when Christmas rolled around, and Billy Brown came downstairs for his presents that morning, he found only coal in his stockings and gift boxes and nothing else besides. There were mounds and mounds of coal, as if Santa had given him enough to make up for all those years of undeserved presents. Billy Brown scowled at the coal and yelled at his parents about not getting any of the things that he wanted. His parents told him that they had warned him not to be so naughty and Billy said several mean things in return.
So Billy Brown gathered up his coal and brought all of it to his room. He sat down on his bed to stare at the pile to think. He thought and thought all night before he got an idea. And a truly marvelous idea it was. Little Billy Brown took all the warmest blankets from around the house and with his heaviest toys as a boarder, made a bed on top of the coals. His parents were very proud of him, for ‘making his bed with his mistakes’. That’s how people learn, they said, and Billy Brown just nodded silently.
As the week after Christmas past, the other children became nervous. Billy Brown hadn’t terrorized a one of them since Christmas and they did not know why. He did not steal their toys or drawings, he did not push them on the playground, he did not step on sandcastles or burn anthills or any of the things that he normally did. After the second week, one of the braver girls worked up to the courage to ask why. Billy Brown did not say anything, simply went home and went to bed early.
A month after Christmas and everyone had almost forgotten about Billy Brown, The King of the Playground. Everyone one was happy.
And then Billy Brown came back.
And he was worse than ever.
He came back a Warlord. He preformed hostile takeovers with ease and expanded his territory out of the playground and across the street. He took over the whole elementary school and the high school. He expanded and expanded until he took over the entire town!
And everyone was scared and asked,
“Why?” and,
“How?”
And Billy laughed,
“Santa gave me coal this year for Christmas, so I made it warm and held it tight with heavy toys and jumped on it for a month and turned that coal into diamonds.”
And Billy Brown lived happily ever after as Emperor of the Town. And everybody hated him. He was rich and he was mean and he destroyed everyone’s businesses and never had to wait his turn for anything because all the other people would run away from him. Everyone was quite agreed: nobody liked Billy Brown. But Billy Brown quite liked it that way.
Author: anansispidergod
An Original Work
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Bullying
Summary: Billy Brown was a bad boy.
A short moral tale
By: anansispidergod
An Original Work
Billy Brown was a bad boy. He broke all his toys, stole candy from the store, was rude to his mother, and pushed all the other children at the playground. He stomped on sandcastles and burned anthills and tore up the other children’s drawings. All around, he was quite the terror.
The children all hated him and tried to avoid playing anywhere near him if at all possible. They called him mean and warned any new children to stay away from him. The parents all disliked him and whispered to each other about how misbehaved he was as they stood huddled on the edges of the children’s play. They never wanted to set up any play-dates. Everyone was quite agreed: nobody liked little Billy Brown.
And he quite liked it that way. He liked to stomp on sandcastles and burn up anthills. He liked to steal and destroy the other children’s things. He liked to terrorize people very much in fact. He was the undisputed King of the Playground because he could do whatever he wanted and never had to wait his turn because all the other children would run away from him. Billy Brown was very happy this way.
Now, his parents tried their best to make him a better person. They said,
“Billy, don’t you want some friends?”
And Billy said,
“No. The other children are stupid, and I much prefer to play by myself.”
And they said,
“Billy, you don’t really want people to be afraid of you, do you?”
And Billy said,
“Yes, I do. That way they do whatever I want and leave me alone and I never have to wait my turn for anything.”
And they said, desperate,
“Billy, if you aren’t a Good Boy then Santa will not bring you any presents. Instead he’ll bring you a lump of coal.”
And Billy said he’d believe it when he saw it because nobody had ever denied him anything before. And of course it wasn’t true, because Santa is much nicer in real life than he is in the stories, and usually likes to give even naughty children the benefit of the doubt.
As the years went on, Billy got meaner and nastier and ruled the playground with an iron fist and everyone was afraid of him. And Santa finally saw that Billy Brown was just too Naughty to get presents that year. So when Christmas rolled around, and Billy Brown came downstairs for his presents that morning, he found only coal in his stockings and gift boxes and nothing else besides. There were mounds and mounds of coal, as if Santa had given him enough to make up for all those years of undeserved presents. Billy Brown scowled at the coal and yelled at his parents about not getting any of the things that he wanted. His parents told him that they had warned him not to be so naughty and Billy said several mean things in return.
So Billy Brown gathered up his coal and brought all of it to his room. He sat down on his bed to stare at the pile to think. He thought and thought all night before he got an idea. And a truly marvelous idea it was. Little Billy Brown took all the warmest blankets from around the house and with his heaviest toys as a boarder, made a bed on top of the coals. His parents were very proud of him, for ‘making his bed with his mistakes’. That’s how people learn, they said, and Billy Brown just nodded silently.
As the week after Christmas past, the other children became nervous. Billy Brown hadn’t terrorized a one of them since Christmas and they did not know why. He did not steal their toys or drawings, he did not push them on the playground, he did not step on sandcastles or burn anthills or any of the things that he normally did. After the second week, one of the braver girls worked up to the courage to ask why. Billy Brown did not say anything, simply went home and went to bed early.
A month after Christmas and everyone had almost forgotten about Billy Brown, The King of the Playground. Everyone one was happy.
And then Billy Brown came back.
And he was worse than ever.
He came back a Warlord. He preformed hostile takeovers with ease and expanded his territory out of the playground and across the street. He took over the whole elementary school and the high school. He expanded and expanded until he took over the entire town!
And everyone was scared and asked,
“Why?” and,
“How?”
And Billy laughed,
“Santa gave me coal this year for Christmas, so I made it warm and held it tight with heavy toys and jumped on it for a month and turned that coal into diamonds.”
And Billy Brown lived happily ever after as Emperor of the Town. And everybody hated him. He was rich and he was mean and he destroyed everyone’s businesses and never had to wait his turn for anything because all the other people would run away from him. Everyone was quite agreed: nobody liked Billy Brown. But Billy Brown quite liked it that way.