Written by walter

Friday, 7 August 2009

o Such as what?.

o Well, like I said. At least twice the value of the stolen sheep. Now, Major addressing his uncle's boss asked:

o Do you have anything to say.

o Major, I am as guilty as them. I did not treat you uncle humanely. I treated Yusef harshly when he came to my house in the morning, exhausted. He did not have the courage to tell me what had happened. Having heard, I lost control … Now, Major shouted at him:

o Shut up or I'll kill you, too. I know what you did to my poor uncle. He had no skills to earn his living. No one would hire him as a shepherd. He lived on handouts, but fortunately he died young. However, he pardoned you and made me promise not to take revenge on you. That's why I am not going to kill you, but do not try my patience; do not provoke me. Anyway, you miserable thieves, you have only two options: die or be turned over to your security friends. The gang's boss, said:

o Please offer a third alternative. Have mercy on us. Now Major solemnly said:

o When I was 18, I joined military academy to serve my country, my fellow citizens including you. I did not join to kill or plunder. I joined to protect, from outside aggression, the motherland of which I did not have a square inch. I have had the best military and non-military education possibly one could have. Then, due to some incompatibilities, I decided to quit and live in this mountain. This flock is my last glimmer of hope. As a matter of fact, I feel happy now. I have the best friends I could have ever had: Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant, Lead Buck, Jennet and each member of the flock. They have lived up to my expectations. I do not eat their flesh, but I drink their milk; I am sure they don't mind. Look at you ruthless criminals. You came here to steal my last ray of hope. You came here to rob me of my invaluable companions. You came here to take away my best friends. You came here to sell my loved ones to butchers. You came here to deprive Captain of his flock. How cruel you are! How can I forgive you?

At this moment, the whore asked permission to speak. She said:
(to be continued)

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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