Joey the Stupid
Chapter 1
The Stupid Birth
Some children are very bright. They know to look both ways when crossing the street. Others are very keen. They can spot a lie in a cloud of truths. Still other little ones are funny or smart or even a little precocious.
But not Joey. Joey was born stupid. No one's quite sure how he got that way, although it's suspected that the dullness of one parent and the apathy of the other mixed to create Joey. Nevertheless, on one fateful night, Joey was born. He came out not crying, but looking rather perplexed, as he did not know what he was supposed to do on the day of his birth.
Joey the Stupid (as he was often called) grew and became a normal looking boy with a stout nose and wide eyes. His arms were long and his legs just as skinny. If it weren't for his stupidity, he might have been accepted and even had friends. But Joey the Stupid could never get anything right.
He could not tie his shoes correctly (it took him long enough to figure out they were supposed to go on his feet). He could not eat without dribbling. He shot footballs into basketball hoops and basketballs into volleyball nets. He once fed an injured puppy a hissing tarantula.
At night Joey wished on every blade of grass (he didn't know other boys wished on stars) that he could be smart like the other kids. He even offered to trade one of his limbs for just a smidgen of intelligence, but to no avail. Joey was stupid.
He did not know that soon his fortunes would change. But it would come at a great price. Oh yes, a great price indeed.
The Stupid Birth
Some children are very bright. They know to look both ways when crossing the street. Others are very keen. They can spot a lie in a cloud of truths. Still other little ones are funny or smart or even a little precocious.
But not Joey. Joey was born stupid. No one's quite sure how he got that way, although it's suspected that the dullness of one parent and the apathy of the other mixed to create Joey. Nevertheless, on one fateful night, Joey was born. He came out not crying, but looking rather perplexed, as he did not know what he was supposed to do on the day of his birth.
Joey the Stupid (as he was often called) grew and became a normal looking boy with a stout nose and wide eyes. His arms were long and his legs just as skinny. If it weren't for his stupidity, he might have been accepted and even had friends. But Joey the Stupid could never get anything right.
He could not tie his shoes correctly (it took him long enough to figure out they were supposed to go on his feet). He could not eat without dribbling. He shot footballs into basketball hoops and basketballs into volleyball nets. He once fed an injured puppy a hissing tarantula.
At night Joey wished on every blade of grass (he didn't know other boys wished on stars) that he could be smart like the other kids. He even offered to trade one of his limbs for just a smidgen of intelligence, but to no avail. Joey was stupid.
He did not know that soon his fortunes would change. But it would come at a great price. Oh yes, a great price indeed.
I look forward to the next installment! :-)
Posted by
kimananda |
8/28/2006 6:38 AM