Tuesday, March 20, 2007
ALF-Os of a Hero
I woke up to a perfectly regular morning and had myself some ALF-Os, the official cereal of ALF and my favorite cereal. I went out the front door to get the paper, and low and behold, there was a cat up in my tree and a little boy trying to talk it down. Being the fabulous person that I am, I offered to get the cat down. Once the cat was in the boy’s arms, he was full of joy and thanked me plenty. He skipped off up the street telling other kids about me being a hero and saving his cat.
I went back inside to my ALF-Os and ate the rest of my breakfast and read my paper. I got dressed up for work, and headed off down the street. My job is blowing leaves with my awesome leaf blower. I got to Mr. Johnson’s house, and started blowing leaves. Shortly after I got there, Mr. Johnson came out of his house and congratulated me on the cat rescue. News of it had gone all over the block. I felt a little proud and continued my leaf blowing all through the day being congratulated by people every once in a while.
The next day I woke up, poured some ALF-Os, and went and got the paper. On the front page there was a headline that said, “Local Leaf Blower Liberates Lad’s Pet.” It wasn’t a big article, but it was still front page. I was feeling great after that. I went back to breakfast and read the rest of the paper. I got dressed, and headed off to work.
On the way to Mr. Johnson’s house, I noticed smoke coming from Mrs. Smith’s. I ran to the door and started knocking and ringing the bell. No answer. Mrs. Smith liked to cook, so I assumed she just burnt a cake or something. Then I saw some flames in the living room. I quickly opened the door to see the fireplace with a raging inferno all around it. I ran into the other rooms and saw Mrs. Smith asleep on a couch. I quickly woke her up and told her about the fire. I took her out of the house and ran to the neighbor’s and called the fire department. Soon after, the fire truck was there and the fire was out, I was deemed a hero.
When I woke up, poured my cereal, went to get the paper and once again I had made the front page. This time the article was even bigger. After I finished my cereal, and got dressed, there was a ring at my door. I answered the door to find a mob of reporters that started asking me all sorts of questions like, “How does it feel to be a hero?” and “How hot was the fire?”
I said, “I have to go to work, come back this evening and I’ll answer your questions.”
All the reporters left and I headed off for work. Work that day was just normal as could be, except for the trip to the bank I made to deposit the money I had made the previous month.
At the bank I waited in line until I heard the words, “This is a robbery! Everybody down!” I was scared to death; two bank robbers were robbing the bank! I along with everybody else went to the floor, while the robbers went about their business emptying the registers. As they were on their way out the door with their big canvas bags with money signs on them, I decided to do something. I was near the door so when they made their way to the door I tackled them at their shins and knocked them down to the marble floors, knocking them clean out. Everyone got up cheering and thanking me. Within minutes, reporters were everywhere asking me all kinds of questions, taking my picture, and telling me that I’m a hero. It was all real exciting.
For the next few weeks, I was waking up to big breakfasts, a big screen TV for news, the key to the city, a million dollars, a mansion, a rocket car, and an authentic three-dollar bill. Constant press conferences and interviews got old fast. I was asked to make appearances every day or so, which got old even faster. I didn’t have to blow leaves anymore, because of all the endorsements.
I lived out the rest of my life in my mansion, driving my rocket car, and unlocking various doors with my key to the city. It was happy for me, but I never thought of myself as a hero, just Joey Joe Shabadue, a leaf blower. On my deathbed, my last words were, “I miss my paper, and my ALF-Os.”
I woke up to a perfectly regular morning and had myself some ALF-Os, the official cereal of ALF and my favorite cereal. I went out the front door to get the paper, and low and behold, there was a cat up in my tree and a little boy trying to talk it down. Being the fabulous person that I am, I offered to get the cat down. Once the cat was in the boy’s arms, he was full of joy and thanked me plenty. He skipped off up the street telling other kids about me being a hero and saving his cat.
I went back inside to my ALF-Os and ate the rest of my breakfast and read my paper. I got dressed up for work, and headed off down the street. My job is blowing leaves with my awesome leaf blower. I got to Mr. Johnson’s house, and started blowing leaves. Shortly after I got there, Mr. Johnson came out of his house and congratulated me on the cat rescue. News of it had gone all over the block. I felt a little proud and continued my leaf blowing all through the day being congratulated by people every once in a while.
The next day I woke up, poured some ALF-Os, and went and got the paper. On the front page there was a headline that said, “Local Leaf Blower Liberates Lad’s Pet.” It wasn’t a big article, but it was still front page. I was feeling great after that. I went back to breakfast and read the rest of the paper. I got dressed, and headed off to work.
On the way to Mr. Johnson’s house, I noticed smoke coming from Mrs. Smith’s. I ran to the door and started knocking and ringing the bell. No answer. Mrs. Smith liked to cook, so I assumed she just burnt a cake or something. Then I saw some flames in the living room. I quickly opened the door to see the fireplace with a raging inferno all around it. I ran into the other rooms and saw Mrs. Smith asleep on a couch. I quickly woke her up and told her about the fire. I took her out of the house and ran to the neighbor’s and called the fire department. Soon after, the fire truck was there and the fire was out, I was deemed a hero.
When I woke up, poured my cereal, went to get the paper and once again I had made the front page. This time the article was even bigger. After I finished my cereal, and got dressed, there was a ring at my door. I answered the door to find a mob of reporters that started asking me all sorts of questions like, “How does it feel to be a hero?” and “How hot was the fire?”
I said, “I have to go to work, come back this evening and I’ll answer your questions.”
All the reporters left and I headed off for work. Work that day was just normal as could be, except for the trip to the bank I made to deposit the money I had made the previous month.
At the bank I waited in line until I heard the words, “This is a robbery! Everybody down!” I was scared to death; two bank robbers were robbing the bank! I along with everybody else went to the floor, while the robbers went about their business emptying the registers. As they were on their way out the door with their big canvas bags with money signs on them, I decided to do something. I was near the door so when they made their way to the door I tackled them at their shins and knocked them down to the marble floors, knocking them clean out. Everyone got up cheering and thanking me. Within minutes, reporters were everywhere asking me all kinds of questions, taking my picture, and telling me that I’m a hero. It was all real exciting.
For the next few weeks, I was waking up to big breakfasts, a big screen TV for news, the key to the city, a million dollars, a mansion, a rocket car, and an authentic three-dollar bill. Constant press conferences and interviews got old fast. I was asked to make appearances every day or so, which got old even faster. I didn’t have to blow leaves anymore, because of all the endorsements.
I lived out the rest of my life in my mansion, driving my rocket car, and unlocking various doors with my key to the city. It was happy for me, but I never thought of myself as a hero, just Joey Joe Shabadue, a leaf blower. On my deathbed, my last words were, “I miss my paper, and my ALF-Os.”
