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This is the story of Bob and Mikey.
Christmas was fast approaching and the Killsmore family still needed a tree. Brothers Bob and Mikey accompanied mom to the store. Trees, lots of beautiful trees. The traditional green, then there were yellow, red, purple, black, and blue trees. Mikey looked on in awe. Mom leaned over and said, "Mikey, pick any tree you want." Bob looked on in silence. Then Mikey saw the pink tree. Yup, that was the tree he wanted! For a moment it was like just him and the pink tree all alone in the room.
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Bob noted Mikey eyeing the pink tree, bad enough Mikey was mom's favorite, but no way a pink tree.
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Bob got close to Mikey and said, "Christmas trees are green, you better not pick some lame color."
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Mom heard Bob, "Mikey," she said, "You pick the tree you want," "You don't worry about Bob. "Mikey knew that mom couldn't protect him all the time, and he knew Bob could be mean. Usually Mikey gave into Bob rather than face Bob's wrath. But he sure wanted that pink tree. Mikey was pleased when he carried the pink tree into the house.
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Bob had shown no negative reaction to the purchase of the pink tree.
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Mikey was relieved. The pink tree looked lovely.
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Next day Mikey was sitting outside idlely toying with his little sisters bear. Bob came along with his new bow and arrow. "Mikey," he said, "Move, I want to shoot there." "No," said Mikey, "I was here first, and you have the whole rest of the yard to shoot in!"
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Bob said, "If you don't move I'll shoot you!" Mikey didn't move. Bob raised his bow and arrow, 'Mikey," he whispered. Mikey turned, Bob shot Mikey right between the eyes.
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Bob went over and taking hold of the arrow tried to pull it out of Mikeys head. This just accomplished lifting Mikeys head and splattering blood all over the white snow.
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Now, we all know the moral of this story.....
Christmas was fast approaching and the Killsmore family still needed a tree. Brothers Bob and Mikey accompanied mom to the store. Trees, lots of beautiful trees. The traditional green, then there were yellow, red, purple, black, and blue trees. Mikey looked on in awe. Mom leaned over and said, "Mikey, pick any tree you want." Bob looked on in silence. Then Mikey saw the pink tree. Yup, that was the tree he wanted! For a moment it was like just him and the pink tree all alone in the room.
Bob noted Mikey eyeing the pink tree, bad enough Mikey was mom's favorite, but no way a pink tree.
Bob got close to Mikey and said, "Christmas trees are green, you better not pick some lame color."
Mom heard Bob, "Mikey," she said, "You pick the tree you want," "You don't worry about Bob. "Mikey knew that mom couldn't protect him all the time, and he knew Bob could be mean. Usually Mikey gave into Bob rather than face Bob's wrath. But he sure wanted that pink tree. Mikey was pleased when he carried the pink tree into the house.
Bob had shown no negative reaction to the purchase of the pink tree.
Mikey was relieved. The pink tree looked lovely.
Next day Mikey was sitting outside idlely toying with his little sisters bear. Bob came along with his new bow and arrow. "Mikey," he said, "Move, I want to shoot there." "No," said Mikey, "I was here first, and you have the whole rest of the yard to shoot in!"
Bob said, "If you don't move I'll shoot you!" Mikey didn't move. Bob raised his bow and arrow, 'Mikey," he whispered. Mikey turned, Bob shot Mikey right between the eyes.
Bob went over and taking hold of the arrow tried to pull it out of Mikeys head. This just accomplished lifting Mikeys head and splattering blood all over the white snow.
Now, we all know the moral of this story.....
