"A SHORT STORY", by Brent Haglund
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Brent. Brent was 21 years old and lived in Rosemount, Minnesota. While walking home from school one day, a green badger jumped out from behind a Mona Lisa and tackled Brent to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Brent realized that the green badger was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Brent decided to keep the green badger as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet green badger "Wes."
When Brent and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Brent's mother, Tracy. And boy was she surprised to see a green badger following Brent into the yard! "What in world is that?" shouted Tracy. "It's a green badger," answered Brent. "Dah, I can see that, Brent, but what on earth is it doing here?" said Tracy. "It's my new pet!" answered Brent. "Oh you think so do you?" remarked Tracy. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates green badgers. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home." And with that Brent grabbed Wes by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house -- even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove.
Once in the house, Brent and Wes played and played, that is until Brent's favorite television show, "Dexter," started. At that point Brent forgot all about Wes having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through "Dexter," when Brent was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, "@!#&$!!! Brent! Get your rump in the library...NOW!!" With that Brent rushed into the library to see what all the fuss was about.
When he entered the library, there stood his father, Mark, pointing toward the workbench. "Will someone please explain that?" asked his father. Then, as Brent followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the workbench, was the biggest pile of badger doo-doo he had ever seen! "I don't EVEN want to know how that got there," said Mark. "But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!"
Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Brent knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Wes for a pet. So without hesitation, Brent set out to find where Wes was hiding.
After a few minutes of looking, Brent discovered Wes crouched beneath the table that Brent did his frolfing on. "Come on, Wes, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the workbench!" scolded Brent. "Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet badger!! And with that Brent led Wes out of the house and down to the local Target. Target had a pet section and Brent knew the owner would find Wes a good home. So after saying good-bye to Wes, and thanking the owner of Target, Brent walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Red Bulls. But Brent's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Brent suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.
The End.
Disclaimer
This short story was written using a Mormon short story generator here.
