I am bored.
I’m so bored……
so i’ll start writing a story.
There was once a badger that lived near a dam, which was built by his parents. Their names don’t matter now, because they’re long dead. In fact, Jack himself was already 75 in badger’s year. He spent his counted days watching badger shows on his badger tv. Smoking his badger pipe, he did things unhurriedly. Some days, he would venture out of his sett, to patch up the dam. It was a strong little dam but, often, the current of the stream would be strong enough to wash away a twig or two.
Jack was never a badger to worry about frivolous things. That was why he never got himself a she-badger, which leads to the reason why he was so thin, unkempt and lonely, well, most of the time. You see, Jack has a friend, of sort. He would see him sometimes, when he happened to be lazing the afternoon away, maybe fishing or just sitting there enjoying the sun.
Brent is one free soul that this foul, fast-paced world would never get. Even if it got to his parents, and brother, and every other person dear to him. Though his laziness and care-free attitude sickened them, they never really bothered with him much. As long as he didn’t cause any trouble to them, that is. Nobody would miss his presence on such afternoons, when he went to the stream behind their house. Nobody questioned what he did and nobody bothered to. Often, went sitting under the lone tree near the bank, warm breeze caressing his face, Brent would catch a glimpse of a badger, which moved very slowly. It always fascinated him, the way the badger waded in the water, collecting washed-up branches, gnawing on them and placing them somewhere. His eyes would be fixed on the creature for hours at times, just watching it working slowly, until it was near dusk and the badger retreats back into its burrow. It was entertainment for him. And most of all, Jack the badger didn’t mind the company at all. In fact, Brent’s presence was very much welcomed to Jack.
‘Pity we can’t speak to each other’, Brent always thought. ‘There are so many things I would ask. Like, can a badger differentiate one badger from the other, or, how come you move so slowly? Are you injured? Or how often do you clean yourself? Do you clean your ass after a poop with water or toilet paper, or both? If both, then do you use the paper first or the water first? Or the paper then the water then the paper?’
‘Well, it’ll be darn cool if I can just squeeze some words out of the badger.’
But he always went home without a word from the badger. Because he’s human and Jack was a badger, there’s no way they can talk to each other. It is also not known for badgers to speak the human language. Even if they could speak it, that would be freaky.
–End of story.
What? You thought I would write a super duper best-seller ah? You count your blessings I didn’t kill off my characters like J.K. Rowling meh! Anyway, she could kill off Harry Potter for any reason she wants, because he sucks big time. Sien.
Btw, if you know me long enough, you would know that I won’t have the patience to complete writing a story.
