Timmy’s Fable

A long time ago, there lived a boy named Timmy Ponds. He was an eighth grade student at Schwabb Middle School. Timmy was very shy, but he wanted to get a girlfriend. He had never interacted with a girl, so he didn’t know what to do. So, he looked around and saw a bunch of guys walking up to each other. They started laughing while punching each other. This is how Timmy would attempt to get a girl.

He walked up to Donna Smith, his long time crush, and punched her in the arm as hard as he could. She turned to him shocked, and her eyes started to water. She ran off to find the principal to tell him about this act of cruelty. When she ran, Timmy wondered why she did so.

About five minutes later, she came back with Principal Johnson, his face red as a maraschino cherry. “What do you think you’re doing!” fumed the principal. He grabbed Timmy by the ear and dragged him to his office. Timmy sat on the chair outside Mr. Johnson’s office while the principal was making a phone call to his parents. Ten minutes later, his mom picked up her confused child in her striking blue mustang convertible.

On the ride home Timmy asked his mother why he was in trouble. She responded with a piercing glare followed with a swift, biting remark. “You should know the answer to THAT mister. Just for that smart-aleck response you are to be confined to your bedroom for the weekend. We’ll give you a bedpan so you don’t need to leave for the bathroom.” This made Timmy very upset. He never is in trouble, and now he doesn’t even know why he is in trouble!

When they got home, Timmy went straight to his bed and started to cry. “What did I do wrong?” he sobbed. He finally stopped the waterworks when he heard the garage door open. “Maybe my dad will tell me what I did wrong,” he thought. But, just like everybody else, his dad was yelling at him before he entered the room. At this point, there was no way Timmy could hold back, and the dams in his eyes broke down. After his dad finished making fun of him for crying, Timmy stopped for long enough to ease himself to sleep, doing so wondering why everybody was so mad.

The next day was Saturday, the third of the month. This was the one time of year when his grandparents from Ireland came to see his family. He thought they could help him with his problem. Timmy had no such luck, as they ignored him for most of the day. After his dinner was taken away from him, Timmy stuck his head out the window and screamed, “Why won’t anybody help me!”

Later on that night, a note slipped through Timmy’s slightly opened window.

In the morning, Timmy snuck through his window to his back yard. He climbed the fence and began to run. Once he reached the intersection of 30th and Rawlings, Timmy pulled the note he found in his room from his pocket. It read, “If u want 2 know y come to 33rd and Rawlings. I’ll b waiting on the sw corner by the pet shop. I have a red cap & leather jacket. Come quick or never know y.” Timmy was very excited to know who wrote the note to him. He started up again, jogging the rest of the way. Finally, he reached the intersection on the southeast corner. Just as the note said, there was a man with a red cap and leather jacket on the other side. Timmy started to run across the street when he got hit by a car.

The Moral of the Story

Look both ways before crossing the street.