CoreyR

The Mental Boy Who Called Ogre Once upon a time there was this crazy and weird mental boy. People called him mental because he talked to grass and animals, but no one really knew. This so called mental boy had an extremely simple job. He had to watch over his master rat’s sheep. But the mental boy kept getting bored to tears. One day the mental boy started talking to the grass thinking it was his friend. He didn’t know it was grass but no one cared it kept him entertained. The mental boy talked to the grass for the whole day. The next day the mental boy was talking to the grass again and the grass must have told him to do something. Next thing you know he’s running toward the medieval crying, “Ogre Ogre, Help Help, Ogre Ogre!” The medieval people yelled, “We’ll help you!” The mental boy quickly yelled, “Follow me to the volcano!” All the medieval people followed the mental boy with their pitch forks and torches. When the medieval people got to the volcano there was no ogre. So the medieval people got mad and went home. When the mental boy saw the medieval people get mad, he started laughing. The next week the mental boy was getting bored again so he told the grass he was going to trick the medieval people again. So he ran toward the medieval people crying, “Ogre Ogre, Help Help, Ogre Ogre!” So the medieval people said, “We’ll help you!” And they all ran to the volcano. But there was no ogre. The medieval got mad and said, “Boy you really are mental!” So the mental boy said, “HaHaHa!” The medieval people said, “Don’t ask for help anymore.” The next day the mental boy was sitting on a rock and an Ogre jumped out of his volcano and said, “Fee Fi Foe Fom, oh yeah this is the wrong story never mind is it ok if I just eat your sheep?” But the mental boy went running toward the medieval people crying, “Ogre Ogre, Help Help, Ogre Ogre!” But the medieval people said, “We don’t believe you anymore!” Therefore the mental boy said to himself, “I guess I have to fight this Ogre by myself!” So the mental boy went back with no sheep and no Ogre. As a result the mental boy said, “Boy I really am mental!” and he started crying.