There once was a boy named Jerry.   Jerry was a special boy.  Being special is like being average, only you have the ability to be more average than others.  Like I said, Jerry was a special boy.  I’m not just saying that, he actually had a reason, unlike some people.  Jerry had a talent.  Well, I wouldn’t call it a talent (except for the fact that I just did call it a talent), but it was a strange ability.  Whenever he said something like: “It’s raining buckets” or, “Well it’s not like you got hit by a truck or anything”, then that phrase would be foreshadowed.  For those of you who do not know what that means, it is a literary term which you use to give the reader a hint of some event’s happening in the future.  For example, when the hero of the story says “Everyone is going to come out of this okay”, then someone in the hero’s party is sure to die.  Or get bitten.  Or burned.  Or whatever.  He just won’t be okay.  Foreshadowing is not seen much in little kids books, for obvious reasons.  Anyway, this paragraph is getting to be too long, so I shall start a new one.

Ah, here we are.  Look at all this space.  I’ll just have to fill it up, so here starts the story:  The Foreshadowing Boy.

Once upon a time, a boy named Jerry was born.  He lived a full life, and died a happy death.  thirteen years later, the Jerry that I will be talking about  was born.  He started as a normal baby, as normal a baby can be with three arms.  The doctor removed one.  Sadly, it was the wrong one.  Jerry had two left arms.  The doctor fixed it.  Jerry had one left arm and one right arm.  Sure, the right arm was slightly lower than the left, but it was only noticeable if you were at least twenty feet away, so it wasn’t a problem.

Now that you know that Jerry was born, I will tell you about his childhood.  He was a kid during his childhood, which is only a slight surprise, but he was a special kid.  Well, he was a normal kid until he could talk, and then it was only until he could speak whole sentences.  The first sentence he spoke was an important one.  He said: “I like elephants better than donkeys.”  Thus we now knew where he stood in the political view of things.  But, the next sentence, the sentence he said after the first, sentence that is, was very important.  He said:

“It’s too bad it isn’t raining candy.”

He and his little kid friends gained four pounds that week.

One day, when he was seven, he learned an interesting phrase from his mother.  That phrase goes like this:  “I heard it’s gonna rain cats and dogs tonight.”  Jerry couldn’t wait to try it out.  He said it to his friends.  Jerry shut down every animal shelter within a five mile radius, aw by hif widow sewf

Let’s take a trip to seven years later in Jerry’s life.  Jerry is now fourteen.  Jerry still has no idea that he could control the world if he wanted.  Sadly, others did, and they sought to make Jerry say certain things.  Thankfully, Jerry was a big ol’ jerk, and almost never did anything for anyone, so we are all safe.

Well, to keep this short story from turning into a long story like the last one, I will end it soon.  Jerry grew up, blah blah, and three years later he is seventeen.  He still has no idea what he can do, and he never does.  But one fateful day, one of Jerry’s friends hurts himself and goes “ow”  and Jerry says:

“Geez, stop whining, it’s not like the world is gonna end or anything.”

Thankfully for us, Jerry’s ability did not always have an immediate effect.  We have yet to see when, not if, it will happen.

The End.

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Well, that’s enough question marks.  This is The End.

Or is it?

Don’t worry, it is the end now.