ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS THIS BOY WHO ALWAYS HAD THE HUMANGOUS IMAGINATION. AS A KID, HIS MOTHER WOULD ALWAYS SCOLD HIM BECAUSE HE WOULD SPOUT THE MOST NONSENSE THINGS AT A SPUR OF MOMENT.
A GIANT SERPENT THAT RUSTLES ON THEIR TREE WHILE THERE WEREN'T EVEN SIGNS OF STRONG WINDS THAT SHOOK THE BRANCHES INCREDIBLY; OR MAYBE THE INCREDIBLE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS ON THEIR BACKYARD THAT HE MEANT AS THE ANTS WHO WERE MARCHING IN AND OUT ON THEIR BIG BUMP OF DIRT, LIKE A HILL, HE THOUGHT.
AND EVEN IN RECENT DAYS-
HE FOUND AN INVISIBLE GREEN GIANT THAT WOULD HIDE IN THE GRASS AT THEIR BACKYARD. HE RAN TO HIS MOTHER TO TELL HIS FASCINATING NEW DISCOVERY.
"HOW COULD A GIANT EVEN HIDE IN THE GRASS?" HIS MOTHER COMPLAINED.
HE DIDN'T REPLY AFTER THAT. INSTEAD, HE LOOKED AT THE GRASS ATTENTIVELY HOPING HE'D TAKE A GLIMPSE OF THE GIANT. "AH," HE PROMPTED SEEING THE CREATURE WHOM HE CALLED THE GREEN GIANT.
"MOTHER" HE CALLED. "LOOK IT'S THE GREEN GIANT." HE POINTED HIS SMALL INDEX FINGER AT THE GROUND.
THE MOTHER WALKED TO SEE WHAT THE CHILD WAS POINTING AT AND HER EYES IMMEDIATELY WIDENED WHEN SHE SAW A BIG LIZARD THAN NORMAL ON THE GRASS THAT WAS BARELY RECOGNIZABLE BECAUSE OF ITS COLORED GREEN SIMILARITIES.
"SEE, ISN'T IT AN INVISBLE GREEN GIANT AFTER ALL? WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?" HE REMARKED.
HIS MOTHER BROUGHT HIM TO SCHOOL IMMEDIATELY IN THE AGE OF 3.
"I AM TELLING YOU. MY SON IS A GENIUS, YOU'LL SEE" HIS MOTHER SAID BRAGGING ABOUT HER SON TO HER FRIENDS.
HE WALKED DOWNSTAIRS AS HE SHOWED A GLEAMING SMILE. BEFORE NOTICING A GROUP OF HER MOTHERS' FRIENDS
"WOW SO MANY FETCHING WITCHES!" HE YELPED IN FRONT OF THE VISITORS.
HIS MOTHER WEARED A STIFF SMILE SEEMINGLY EMBARASSED TO UTTER A WORD. SHE HAD JUST BOASTED HER SON IN FRONT OF HER GOSSIP FRIENDS AFTER ALL.
"WHY ARE WE WITCHES LITTLE BOY?" THE VISITORS ASKED. "ARE WE EVIL?"
HE SHOOK HIS HEAD. "NO NO, WITCHES BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL PRETTY" HE DISAGREED.
"BUT ISN'T WITCHES UGLY AND OLD?" ONE OF THE VISITOR REPLIED.
HE SHOOK HIS HEAD ANOTHER TIME. "NO, SO PRETTY THAT I THOUGHT ALL PUTTED ME INTO A SPELL." HE SAID WITH HIS BROWS FURROWED. HE HAD ALWAYS HATED BEING MISUNDERSTOOD.
THE VISITORS AWED IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. "WOW, SUCH A GENIUS INDEED. IS YOUR SON SAYING THAT I'M BEWITCHING OR SOMETHING? HOW SWEET OF YOU" ONE OF THE VISITORS SAID TO HIS MOTHER AS SHE TURNED AT THE BOY. THE OTHER VISITORS CHUCKLED, RATHER SHY ABOUT THE COMPLEMENT.
THE BOY WHO LEARNED TO READ IN THE AGE OF 2 AND A HALF AND FOLLOWING THAT, HE LEARNED HOW TO TALK.
HIS NAME IS TODD FURLONG, THE LITTLE GENIUS WITH GIFTED IMAGINATION AND LITERATURE COMPETENCE. HE IS FAMOUS IN HIGH SCHOOL, ALTOUGH FAMOUS AS A LITERATURE GENIUS, HE WAS ALSO FAMOUS AS THE CLUELESS MATHEMATICIAN.
HIGHLY BECAUSE HE WASN'T TOO GOOD AT MATH THAN HE WAS IN LITERATURE SUBJECTS. HE WOULD ALWAYS FAIL AT IT, ASIDE FROM THAT, HIS ENGLISH IS ALL-TIME PERFECT.
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