LONG POST! Chris, Unions, Work, and Flashing Back

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The following is a true story, based on me,
bits of it were filled in by a good frend who
was there when I was out of commission or
when i cood not type.

This was written by mostly me but was filled
in by a good frend of mine and also he helped
me when I can't type things and when I was
not awake to do it and when I was in hospital.

Chapter 1

Chris was not your average man, in fact,
by "society standards" he was not a man at
all, he was a little boy living inside of a
man's body.

But as his body grew, people would "expect" him
to be more like the man's body he lived in, including
having his own home, and getting a job.

That was fine by Chris, he loved to fix broken things,
so his father suggested that he tell that to the
job service people, so he did.

But at home, he still lived like a 7 year old boy.
He played with his Hotwheels, some of which
he had since he was 3.

He loved to take Simba,, his big toy stuffed
Lion to bed with him to chase bad dreams
away.

And, he LOVED watching Rugrats on Nickelodeon,,
and colouring with his crayons,, and playing in the
mud outside, and playing in the rain.

Chris tried job after job, working at the local
fastfood restaurants, but when a customer was
mean to him, Chris cried, and stamped back to
the back, went into the walk-in refrigerator,
and slammed the door very hard.

Of course they all fired him,
even though several of his supervisors
did not want to.

Chris returned to the job services
office and told them of the problem,
and this time a more thorough test
of his abilities was taken,
and he was re-assigned to a local
factory in the repair department.

So Chris was hired.

Chris was a very good worker when he
was in the right line of work,
not just "on time" and all that
bullpoop.

Most importantly, he was very good at what he did,
and he was very meticulous, and wicked accurate.

This scared some people
there, they thought he was a bit strange, but once
they got to know him, he was just like a little boy,
happy and bouncy, and he thought burping and picking
boogers on break was funny, but when he was working,
you just coud not pull him away from what he
was doing.

His supervisor liked him for those very two reasons
that he really knew how to bust butt, as some
of the employees seemed to not quite slice the
ketchup sometimes, Chris would see soemthing
not done right, and he would fix it. and he was just
plain nice.

Chris did not think it was such "hard work",
it is just what he does.

But, something was confusing Chris.

Several of the workers there kept coming by
his place and saying "Why don't you join the
union?"

Chris said "I don't know how." Or "Ok later.",
but he always forgot to stop by the office.

After work, Chris leapt from his seat, ran out of the building,
then jumped on the bus home, he was looking
forward to playing with his little friends when
he got home, again forgetting to stop by
the office to see April or Jack.

As soon as he got home, his little friend Joshie
saw him and ran to him "CHRIS CHRIS!"
Chris ran to Joshie and "slid into home base",
Mrs. O'Shay asked Chris if he would watch
Joshie on Friday again.

"Yeah after work."

"Of course after work, you silly!" Mrs. O'Shay
laughed. Chris was very literal most of the time.

Chris and Joshie had another great playtime as
Chris called it, it was not "work", even though
Mrs. O'Shay gave him some money for watching
Joshie.

Well, Monday rolled around again, and it was
time for Chris to go to work again, which of course
he thought of as fun, because he loved to fix
broken things.

There was not ONE thing in Chris's home that
was broken, not for long anyway, because
Chris would repair it straight away,
he couldn't STAND for something
to just sit around and not work.

Chris always woke up to his Chuckie from
Rugrats alarm clock, and ate Cocoa Pebbles
with slices of banana on it, then he used his
"fang cleaner" which was a high-speed electric
toothbrush, Chris often thought of himself
as a cat, so needless to say he brushed his
fur, and trimmed his claws, dressed in
his special work clothes, and went outside
with his pressurised/vacuum lunch container,
which was not just a lunch box, it was a pressurised
soda cannister with a CO2 injector, and a vacuum
sealed food compartment that was pumped out
with a powerful little motor that he installed
himself, these hightech gadgets that he
brought often made people think he
was weird.

This morning when he got to his workbench,
April and Jack were standing there.

"Hi guys!" He said with his usual happy face,
and just sat down as if nothing was happening.

April put a stack of 6 or 7 papers stapled together
down on Chris's workbench, but Chris was already
starting in fixing a broken amplifier that his supervisor
put there for him.

Then April and Jack tried the stupid
Bob and Carole Normal "ahem ahem"
thing, but Chris did not respond because
those sounds did not register with him.

April and Jack still waited there, but Chris
still did not seem to notice the papers,
and when he reached for the soldering
iron, the papers were in his way, but he
did not see them and knocked them
off the workbench.

Finally realising that Chris was not going
to be interrupted, April and Jack decided
to hit him up on break.

The break bell sounded and Chris sped
off to the break room, his chair making
a loud scooting noise as he pushed against it
before April or Jack could catch him,
Chris could move very fast.

Chris was down in the break room for about
4 minutes before April and Jack finally
caught up with him, huffing and puffing.

Chris was sitting there eating
a HUGE chocolate-filled doughnut with
chocolate frosting and drinking chocolate
milk, this was what Chris always had on
break, nothing else.

April and Jack approached him as he
finished his snacks, and Chris let out a
very loud BURRRRRRRPP!!

Chris giggled loudly and smiled at
them. "Hi! I bet you can't burp like that!"

"NNno, I guess we can't!" said Jack trying
to smile though it all.

"Chris," April began sweetly,
"We want to talk to you about something."

"Oh what?" said Chris his boyish eyes shining.

April continued, "You didn't stop by the union
office yesterday."

"Sorry I forgot." Chris said

"Well, its ok", April forgave him
"We just came to you this time,
see, you should join the union."

"Why?" asked Chris

"Well, what do you mean 'why'?"
asked April, "You don't ask why."

"But I don't know why thats how
come I wanna know."
Chris said insistantly.

"Because people who work here are
union workers, see in the union
you get help from everyone in the
union and the mean old bosses can't
make you do too much work." April finished.

"But, Steve don't make me do too much work."
Chris came back.

"Oh I know Steve is nice," April continued her
plastic propaganda "but old Mr. Jones
the big boss, can be very mean sometimes,
he makes us work on SATURDAYS sometimes!"

"But Mr. Jones is never mean to ME."
said Chris, "and I don't got nothing to do
on Saturday sometimes." said Chris
"I don't always get to play with Joshie EVERY
Saturday, and I'd get bored and lonely if I just had to
sit home all day with nothing to do."

April looked at Jack who sighed and rolled his
eyes, and April decided she did not want to
hear his "excuses" anymore, and said
"Look, Chris, if you just answer some
questions I will make sure that
Mr. Jones never is mean to you in the
future."

"Ok." said Chris.

Jack wrote down what Chris said,
as April asked the questions.

When they were finished, April said
"Now, Chris, take these papers back
to your bench, and sign your name on
*this line*" She made a large X with
her red pen on the line.

"Can you write your address?" April asked him.

"Yeah I can do that." Chris smiled

"Ok GREAT!" April beamed and shot an evil
smile at Jack who smirked evilly back and winked
at April.

Then the menacing two left.

DOOOOOOOOOOT!

The break bell sounded and everyone began
grumbling as they made their way back to
work, except for Chris, he ran at top speed
up the stairs and down the corridor
at about 20 MPH whooshing past
everyone creating a breeze, and
getting alot of strange looks
before he "slid into home" loudly screeching
his shoe rubber for about 5 feet on the
polished linoleum floor.

Only a few heads turned who were new,
the other workers just kept on working or
shook their heads, they knew Chris
that well even though few ever really
talked to him, they knew they were late
back from break if they were not at their
workbenches 3 minutes after hearing the
screech.

Chris had his head in the clouds today,
and was feeling really super today so he
signed his name "His Royal Majesty
Feral Christopher Lionpaws."
but then his pen ran out of ink
and he winged it into the rubbish
can with a "CHUNG!" sound.
So, for his address he put down
his P.O. box number in purple crayon,
and shoved the papers into the cubbyhole
in his workbench and forgot about them.

After work, April and Jack managed to
catch him running out of the building
and he had to screech to a stop,

"EEEEEEEECH!! !"

Jack reeled back a bit because he thought
that Chris was going to slam into him.

"Hey Chris!" Jack smiled plasticly,
"Did you finish those papers?"

"Oh yeah they're at my bench." Chris
said and ran back to get them, then
came back to the office and plopped
them down in Jack's hands and ran off.

Jack and April never paid attention
to what Chris wrote for his name and
how he wrote his address, they just
sent the forms off.
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Chapter Two

When Chris came into work that day,
Jack and April stopped him again and
reeled for fear of being slammed,
but Chris managed to screech loudly
to a stop again. "Hi guys!" he beamed.

"Hey there sport,, you ready for the meeting?"
Jack asked hopefully.

"What meeting?" Asked Chris.

"Well," continued Jack, "All union members
are required to attend union meetings
on Tuesays."

"But I have to finish putting in that
flatpack on that RCA!" Said Chris
disdainfully.

"Well, now that amplifier will be there
this afternoon, it's not going to walk
away." Said Jack plasticly reassuringly,
"We have a meeting to go to, so come on,
sport!"

"But my name's Chris." Chris corrected
Jack.

"Right." Jack agreed with a plastic smile.

Chris was led across the
street to another building and
into a large room with
crappy old flourescent lights, peeling
paint on concrete walls, and a scratched
up wooden floor, but he noticed the
coffee and juice and doughnuts at the
back of the room, and went straight for them,
and picked out 5 "mini doughnuts", and
began munching them down like no tomorrow,
slurping his juice, chewing and burping.

Jack and April had to do all they could to
pull him away from the refreshments
table and to a rickety,
wobbly, old metal school chair.

The speaker of the meeting boomed through the
P.A. system:

"Union workers UNITE!" and the whole room
except for Chris applauded loudly and cheered
whilst Chris covered his ears.

"Today begins the 2nd week since the
bulletin that we have not
gotten our fair share!" The speaker continued.
"I feel it is now time that we strike Edtacom Electronics!"

Again, loud cheers and claps.

The speaker droned on loudly, and totally
lost Chris who asked Jack and April what
this meant and that meant, but they only
answered 2 of his questions before telling
him to "just be quiet and listen".

Chris got totally lost so he began colouring
on the flyer that he was given when he came in,
he coloured a big purple dragon with green
boogers coming out of his nose, then Chris
got tired of drawing and got up from his
chair and wandered over to the refreshments
table and began eating doughnuts again,
slurping juice and when April and Jack came
over to get him, he burped loudly and giggled.

The speaker stopped and said:
"Excuse me, if you can't listen quietly
I must ask that you leave the meeting!"

Chris was more than happy to oblige and
headed for the door before Jack stopped him,
"Whoa, there cowboy!" "My name is CHRIS!"
Chris corrected him emphatically.
"Ok, ok," Said Jack to avoid a fuss,
"But you need to sit down and listen,
this is important! This is your FUTURE!"

Jack apologised to the speaker and
reassured him that Chris was under
control, so the speaker droned on.

But Chris was lost again and April
and Jack were not helping him understand
and so he begain rocking sideways in his
wobbly chair, making a prominent
continuous "donka-donka-donka" noise
and Jack said "Chris, do you want to end up
working for no money at all? Don't you care
about your future?"

"I want to fix things!" Protested Chris
"This is STUPID!! I HATE MEETINGS!"
he screamed and he kicked the wobbly
chair across the whole 20 feet
of the room, and ran out before
April or Jack could stop him,
and ran back to the work building
and back to his bench and cried.

Steve, his supervisor came by.
"Hey, Chris, are you OK buddie?"

"No!" Sobbed Chris, I hate Jack and
April and I hate stupid meetings!"

"Oh God no." Said Steve "Now they've got
you too!"

Chris looked up at Steve and said
"Don't let them get me--please."

"I'll see what I can do, Chris,"
Steve said without much hope. Would you
want to try some work or go
home for now?"

"Can I just go home, my tummie is
yucky."

"Yeah." Said Steve crunching out
a very short cigarette. "I hope
you're feeling better tomorrow."
He patted Chris on the shoulder and
for the first time ever since Chris
had worked there, he slowly plodded
out the door.
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Chapter 3

Wednesday morning:

Chris was not his usual self, he didn't respond
as quickly to his Chuckie clock waking him up but
he managed to drag himself out of bed.

He didn't eat much for breakfast, just a
Granola bar and some apple juice before
lumbering outside to wait for the bus.

When he got in to work, it got quiet, people
noticed Chris shuffling to his workbench,
where he plopped down to start his work
on the amplifier.

No sooner had he started work,,
April and Jack showed up to start
crap with Chris already to beanhatch
about how he acted at the meeting.

Still, as bad a way as Chris was in, he
was not easily interrupted, but Jack managed
to get his attention by slamming his fist on
the workbench.

"I'm talking to you you ret*d!" Jack bellowed

Chris suddenly became violent with rage,
growled, snarled, and clamped onto Jack's arm with his
teeth, and bit as hard as he could, ripping
Jack's arm badly and drawing much blood.

Jack screamed in pain and tried to wrench
his way out of Chris's superdental grip.

Steve came around the corner and got the
two apart, managed to calm Chris down and
shouted at Jack "Listen, butthole! You don't
TOUCH my employees, you don't come NEAR
them you don't even THINK ABOUT THEM!
Now get out of here before I call the cops!"

"Look at my arm! I'm going to bleed to death!"
Jack wailed.

"Then you'd better go find a first aid kit then
hadn't you?" Steve fired back.

"You can't do this, we will have the union on
you faster than flies on poop!" Jack retorted.

"Well," Steve snorted, "I just did, now get out
of here, fly, before I poop on you!"

Chris snickered. He'd never heard Steve
say 'Poop' before.

The whole shop was silent as the two
made their way out the door bleeding
and drooling.

Steve took Chris to the nurse's office
to make sure he was not hurt or contaminated
by 'that pig' when he bit him, then let him
go back to his workbench to finish the amplifier.

Steve gave Chris the rest of the week off,
Chris did not mind, he was shook up and
upset, and needed alot of rest, as Thursday
and Friday he slept almost all day both days,
and could not even watch Joshie until Sunday.
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Chapter 4

Monday went by fairly smoothly, no Jack or April at all,
and a few of the workers even gave Chris some flowers
and some candy. Chris felt better and did pretty good
with his work, fixed 3 amplifiers not including the RCA,
3 VHS machines, 5 CD players, 5 DVD players, and
10 Video CD players.

Then -----

Tuesday.

The union members decided to strike.

Chris was pulled from his desk whilst in the
middle of unscrewing the panel to a desktop
radio and they made him drop the screwdriver
and all this before Steve knew what was going on.

They shuffled Chris this way and that way
and he could not see,, and all these questions
from a bunch of 'those noisy yelling activist people'
as Chris called them.

He was back in the dingy meeting room for awhile,
they told him to 'dip into his reserves' because
they were going on strike.

Chris kept saying "I wanna fix something! I wanna
fix something!" But no one would let him
go back to his workbench, people just kept
shuffling him into one car and then the
other, Chris's vision grew dim, his head
fell over in the car.

When the lights came back on, it was
about 1Pm Chris was running low on
power from not being allowed to take
his lunchbox, and he was dragging everywhere
he was pushed or shuffled, and the idiots
doing the shuffling had the nerve to be
impatient with him because of what
they caused.

A loud man and woman who were as bad as
the speaker with the P.A. system finally
brought him back to work, but did not
let him go in, Chris did not understand
why everyone was outside.

"Is this a fire drill?" "Can I go back
inside now?" "When is it done?"
"I gotta go poddy!"

Chris kept pulling on people's sleeves
but all he got was "Soon" or a grunt.

The loud couple put a big sign in his
hands and made him walk around
in a big circle with all the other workers.

Chris tried to walk, but he was really out
of power. "I didn't get my money, I need
to go get groceries!" "Can I get my
money now!?"

But no one would listen, they just kept
shuffling him around and around.

"I'm hungry!" Chris protested and tripped
on something on the sidewalk, fell down,
and bashed up his knee, and with that
came a loud wail and many tears.

You could tell Chris did not smoke
because of the loud wail he could produce,
he could outwail a baby sometimes.

No one helped him up nor even tried
to make him feel better, they just walked
around him or said "Get up and stop
acting like a baby!" This only upset
Chris more and brought more wailing.

Finally someone told him he could go
home.

Wednesday, the same thing, more walking
around in a circle, but this time Chris had
his lunch with him. And some extra in paper
bags that he brought. Chris could put away
alot of food, yet he did not gain any weight,
he was a little chubby but that is all.

They would not let Chris go past an invisible
line, in the parking lot, back to his workbench,
so, Chris sat there watching the people walk
around and around and ate sandwiches,,
drank apple juice, koolaid, and Dr. Pepper
wondering when he could go back inside,
so he took out his crayons and coloured
for awhile, then he lay down under the
skinny tree in the parking lot, and took a nap.

Chris was finally awakened by someone
kicking the sole of his shoe and saying
"Hey kid, its time to go home."
So Chris got on the bus and left.

When he got home, he noticed that his
cabinets and his refrigerator hadn't
much food left in them, so he went
to Mr. Hong's grocery to buy some food,
but when he got in his pocket,, he
found no cash, and he got mad
and stomped out. Mr. Hong looked
sadly out after Chris wondering
what was wrong.

Chris was dragging by the time he got
home. Mrs. O'Shay asked him what
was wrong.

"I don't feel good Mrs. O'Shay,,
they won't give me my money,,
and I'm hungry." Chris said
weakly.

"Well," she offered, "Why don't you
come over and have dinner with us?"

"Thank you!" Chris was never
so grateful in his life.

After mostly colouring and
watching Rugrats with Joshie,,,
as Chris could not play as much
as he usually did,, he went home
to discover that his medicine ran out.

"Oh no!! I don't have any more heart pills!"
Now Chris was really toast.
If he did not take his heart pills he would
surely get sick at the circle-walk tomorrow,
it was summer and about 90 F out there.

He was also very low on diapers,,
he had only two left. One for tonight
and one for tomorrow but in the daytime
he needed two.
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Chapter 5

Wednesday.

Chris had eaten the last of his
food, and wasn't full, he found an
apple or two on a tree in another parking
lot. It wasn't in Chris's nature to steal,
but if he didn't, he would surely faint,
so he pulled the apples off of the tree
and ran, fortunately, no one saw him.

Again, the circle-walk, round and round,
Chris hadn't any more diapers so
he had an accident.

He began wobbling in the heat,
things got very bright, it was about
2pm.

Soon Chris found himself bumping
into people, stumbling and shuffling
along the circle-walk, until everything
went BLACK.

Chris fell to the ground with a WHUMP!

The people yelled at him to "get up!"
but Chris could not hear them, and
people grumbled as they walked around
him.

Just then, a car pulls up and a stout woman
with a large video camera, she had been
taping the whole thing.

"Oh good lord, not the press again!"
Someone grumbled.

"What's the meaning of this?" the woman
demanded. "Is no one going to help him?"

"Don't cross the line lady!" a guy growled.

"Oh don't worry, I won't cross your precious
line!" She snorted as she pulled out her cell
phone. "I will just call him an ambulance from
here!" She dialed very quickly, told the dispatcher
what was going on and where she was,, and in
a minute, the ambulance was there, taking
the limp Chris away.

She then called the cops, then her
office.

"Hey Ted, you guys are never going to
believe this crap----" She began.

"Hey lady, whatcha doin' tonight?"
hooted some loser. She just rolled
her eyes as she finished her call
with "--and send Dave out here too!"

It was only 2:30 before more press
and police arrived.

One of the circle-walkers threw a stick
at a cop. Big Mistake.

Of course, a riot broke out, many
were arrested, and the
cameras were rolling, taking it all in
on their little magnetic tapes.
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Chapter 6

Chris woke up--- on Saturday,
in Jefferston Hospital.

There stood:

Mr. and Mrs. O'Shay and Joshie,
Mr. Hong and Mrs Hong,
Steve, and the camera lady.

Joshie was the first one to notice that
Chris was awake.

Chris blinked in the cloud-diffused sunlight.

"What am I doing here?" Chris bumbled.

The doctor entered the room and spoke
softly and scientifically to Chris.

"You appeared to have suffered severe
dehydration and heat exhaustion,
but your fluids have been replaced
and you shoud be ok by tomorrow,
we also gave you some more medicine,
the O'Shays and the Hong's and Mr. Dennison
helped out with that."

"Who is 'Mr. Dennison?" asked Chris
weakly.

"Me, silly." Said Steve smiling in his usuall
jovial manner.

"Oh." Chris plopped back down on
the pillow.

They all visited for about an hour and
eventually all said their 'see ya tomorrows'
and drifted out except for Steve.

"Hey buddie, I'm so sorry about what
happened," Steve began. "Mr. Jones
heard about what happened, in fact,
so did about everyone in the town,
you're Famous!

"You made the evening news Wednesday night."

"I'm on telly?" Chris's eyes widened.

"Yeah buddie!" Steve said with
his moustache fuzzier than ever.

"Whoa." Chris plopped back down.

"If it wasn't for 'Ms. Carlita', you might
have fallen though the cracks." Steve continued.

"What cracks?" Chris asked surprised.

"Well, not real cracks, -- ehh -- never mind
buddie, its just an expression, it means
you might have been forgotten."

"Who's mizz Carlita?" Chris wondered aloud.

"She is that lady in black that had
the camera, she showed up after
you hit the pavement and taped
the whole thing, in fact, she was
taping before you took a dive." Steve said
again using his usual 'expressions',
Steve was full of those.

"Well," Steve resigned, "I gotta get crackin'
I got a big battle to fight."

"Huh?" Chris mumbled.

"I gotta see about getting you into a
non-union shop, and getting you out
of the union." Steve said looking
out the window. "I never liked those
guys, you don't belong with them,
they will only hurt you, they are not
your friends, but tell you what,
when you get out of here, the O'Shays
said they would come pick you up,
and I will see to it that you get your
money, Mr. Jones told me that you
are one of the best workers he
has seen in all his life, and he is
not about to let you go so easy.
He has given you a week's paid
holiday, and when you come back,
we will show you your new workbench, OK?"

"What's wrong with mine?" Chris asked.

"Well, its in the union shop," Steve continued.
"and I don't want you in there with those people.
Hmm, maybe I can get Larry in there to help me
move it, you have so much of your stuff in
and on it that I can't just take it away,
you like that bench, you can keep it, you
earned it. Hey buddie, get some rest OK?"

Steve patted Chris on the shoulder again,
Chris waved as Steve left, then turned over
and fell asleep.
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Chapter 7

Chris never returned to work.

Something happened, Chris did not know what.

Chris could not find his way back to work, things
got weird and he could not see right.

Chris sat in his home, on the floor playing with his blocks,
nothing mattered to him now, he just sat and played with
his blocks and watched PBS Kids on his telly.

Chris just sat in his home on disability, he would not go out
side anymore, there were strangers out there that would
hurt him, so he stayed inside where it was safe behind his
strong metal doors.

Chris did not understand why those idiots who put him on
disability were always harassing him to "get a job" when
they did not want him to work, he threw tantrums at them
and hocked loogies at them and told them why he was on
disability, he screamed it at them until the went away holding
their ears, or he slammed the big metal door in their faces.

No one would hire Chris because they were just too stupid to
see past the wart of prejudice on their noses, and the ones
that DID hire him were the union and Chris hid from the union
because they would just be mean to him again, and it did no good
to sign up for fast food because they would just fire him again
because of his limitations.

Chris sat in his back garden, wearing his favourite Tigger
overalls, playing with his toys or swinging on his swings,
or playing in his sandbox. He could not seem to find work,
so, people thought he just gave up, but he did not think so,
he just wanted to be happy, he could not take another hit,
it would kill him.

Chris grew to hate most people because they were not just
boring, THAT he could handle, he hated them because they
were always expecting him to be someone he was not, and he
knew he would have a tantrum if anyone did it again, so if someone
did the old "Excuse me." on him, he ran inside and slammed his
heavy steel door shut and bolted it.

He hated the people who would try to talk to him for no good
reason, he knew they were only up to no good. The same people
would bother him about "settling down", "getting a woman",
Chris knew better, all they wanted to do was abuse him, or
steal his money. "Who is the stupid one?" Thought Chris,
the one who stays safe in his playroom or the one who steps
into danger, relationships, grown up things, and just plain trouble?

It is anyone's guess that Chris was not a physically ugly person, some
women eyed him, and would try to talk to him, but Chris wanted
nothing to do with them, he ran away, not that these women
were neceserily ugly, but Chris just did not trust them because he knew
that all they wanted was to cause him harm.


The only person he could trust was Benjamin, the little boy
that lived on the other side of the fence, he would push
the board open and come over and play with Chris, or he
would pull Chris throo the fence, strong little guy he was,
Chris wondered where the heck was Benjamin's mom and
dad? They never seemed to be around, it would get dark
and nobody called him in for dinner, sometimes Chris would
go get some of the big block cheese and crackers and
share them with Benjamin becauyse he always seemed
to be hungry, "Didn't his mum and dad ever give him his
dinner?" Chris wondered.

One day Benjamin came over but he looked sad, he then
suddenly asked "Chris, will you be my daddy?"
Chris' mind crashed like a Windows PC for a full
8 seconds before he cood process what his little
friend just said. Chris smiled and swelled up with
some kind of honour pride that he never got before.

No one had ever asked him to be their dad before,
but then Chris hit another bump, he had never been
a dad before, he had no idea how to be one, he would
have to ask someone how.