In order to complete this story, the reader must dare to unlock his or her imagination before moving on to the next part - the story story. Ready? No? Okay, I shall wait.
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Okay, here it goes...
To the average person, Lassie Frost was a tramp; at least he looked and possibly smelled like one. Little does the average person know of the troubles that he faces at 'home'. His folks - a 'father' who is always drunk and a 'mother' who sells herself for money to sustain her unnecessary body 'upgrades'. His life at home, one would cringe at hearing that he is constantly being beaten and sexually abused; five years of age, a child, an innocent cherubim subjected to torture on this earth. Nay, this is not life.
The young one, not knowing much, knew one thing that would possibly save his life: Run. That was the thought that dominated his mind one day after being badly beaten by his father. Run. Like an obedient boy, he made plans that night and run away, he did. Quietly, stealthily... mama and papa did not see him go.
To where, he did not know. Run and walk, he did. When he was hungry, he would look for food, only to find not one piece of bread in sight. When he was thirsty, he looked for water - with better luck this time. London was a very rainy place and puddles were easily formed on uneven terrain. Three days in, this young lad had worn out his flesh - what little of it he had in the first place. His skin now draped on his bony frame and he looked as if he could use a hot bath and a nice, warm meal.
Reaching the city, he felt heavy yet light-headed at the same time. His steps required much effort and his vision, foggy. In this same city, we meet another character, Mr. Scrooge.
Mr. Scrooge, although not the same as the one featured in the famous A Christmas Carol, he was all the more, if not, stingy with his resources; asset and personality-wise. "GAHHHHHHH! OFF!! OFF MY LAWN!" we see him chasing away kids with his walking stick - one of which had barely placed a 1/10 of his foot on old Mr.Scrooge's lawn. It was Halloween and the kids had just wanted some candy. Empty-handed, they ran off his lawn.
"What annoying creatures." Mr. Scrooge thought to himself. If he had the power to banish all children from the face of the planet, he would. Then again, he would do the same for everyone else, if given the power.
Master Frost's body could not take anymore. climbing up the front steps of someone's home, he mustered up all the strength he had to reach and ring the doorbell. Barely.
"Ding-Dong"
With great anger and force, Scrooge flung his door open and started to shout profanities. A small, gaunt body fell on his left leg and tiny arms wrapped around it; a hug.
All our young Frost could muster at this moment was "Please, sir..." before blacking-out.
Scrooge looked down and beheld this unfamiliar and dirty creature. He paused. Cringed. Then, ...
Your turn!!
What do you think Scrooge would have done next? Would the sight of this young helpless boy set-free his tender feelings or would he have thrown this boy out onto the streets to die?
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Okay, here it goes...
To the average person, Lassie Frost was a tramp; at least he looked and possibly smelled like one. Little does the average person know of the troubles that he faces at 'home'. His folks - a 'father' who is always drunk and a 'mother' who sells herself for money to sustain her unnecessary body 'upgrades'. His life at home, one would cringe at hearing that he is constantly being beaten and sexually abused; five years of age, a child, an innocent cherubim subjected to torture on this earth. Nay, this is not life.
The young one, not knowing much, knew one thing that would possibly save his life: Run. That was the thought that dominated his mind one day after being badly beaten by his father. Run. Like an obedient boy, he made plans that night and run away, he did. Quietly, stealthily... mama and papa did not see him go.
To where, he did not know. Run and walk, he did. When he was hungry, he would look for food, only to find not one piece of bread in sight. When he was thirsty, he looked for water - with better luck this time. London was a very rainy place and puddles were easily formed on uneven terrain. Three days in, this young lad had worn out his flesh - what little of it he had in the first place. His skin now draped on his bony frame and he looked as if he could use a hot bath and a nice, warm meal.
Reaching the city, he felt heavy yet light-headed at the same time. His steps required much effort and his vision, foggy. In this same city, we meet another character, Mr. Scrooge.
Mr. Scrooge, although not the same as the one featured in the famous A Christmas Carol, he was all the more, if not, stingy with his resources; asset and personality-wise. "GAHHHHHHH! OFF!! OFF MY LAWN!" we see him chasing away kids with his walking stick - one of which had barely placed a 1/10 of his foot on old Mr.Scrooge's lawn. It was Halloween and the kids had just wanted some candy. Empty-handed, they ran off his lawn.
"What annoying creatures." Mr. Scrooge thought to himself. If he had the power to banish all children from the face of the planet, he would. Then again, he would do the same for everyone else, if given the power.
Master Frost's body could not take anymore. climbing up the front steps of someone's home, he mustered up all the strength he had to reach and ring the doorbell. Barely.
"Ding-Dong"
With great anger and force, Scrooge flung his door open and started to shout profanities. A small, gaunt body fell on his left leg and tiny arms wrapped around it; a hug.
All our young Frost could muster at this moment was "Please, sir..." before blacking-out.
Scrooge looked down and beheld this unfamiliar and dirty creature. He paused. Cringed. Then, ...
Your turn!!
What do you think Scrooge would have done next? Would the sight of this young helpless boy set-free his tender feelings or would he have thrown this boy out onto the streets to die?