The story of Lenny

Its all a blur

Sorry for almost taking 2 months lol

Lenny saw the angry crowd surrounding him, all walking towards him slowly with any excuse for a weapon they could find. Some people even had stones, some had other people in the crowd and some people had their own feet in their hand, deattatched from their body! A woman only had her baby in her hands. She knew it was wrong to sacrifice him to hurt Lenny. She looked down at her baby's deep blue eyes sorrowfully. "Its okay mother. I shall be sacrificed to hurt this willyhead of a buisness-man." The baby said in a surprisingly deep voice. The womans eyebrows raised to the sky. "Your words not mine" she replied. "Wait..WAIT NO...MOTHERRRRRRR....." The baby screeched as the woman threw the baby towards Lenny, the voice getting quieter as he went flying through the air.
As Lenny was trying to explain himself, doing a horrible job, he felt the baby bonk on his head. He felt a sharp pain on the top of his head and his vision started going black. He stumbled for a second, until he collapsed onto the ground.
Everyone in the crowd gasped in shock. Well except for one person.
"HAHA! HAHA! HAHA! HAHA! HAHA!" Billy was pointing and laughing at Lenny on the ground. He seemed to be louder than the many conversations going on.
"Is he dead?.." A young girl with curly long blonde hair and purple eyes said.
"I hope so" her tall skinny dad with a beard half the size of himself said.
A little chubby boy 10 years of age placed down a stool by Lenny's unconscious body he had brought just in case of this situation. He stood up on it with a proud face. He then felt the stool wobbling and he fell to the ground. He tried again and didnt fall this time. He had prepared a speech for the crowd.
"EVERYONE...COULD I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION? ATTENTION PLEASE!! NOW THAT LENNY IS UNCONSCIOUS AND WE DONT KNOW IF HES DEAD, WHY DONT WE JUST JUMP ON HIM!! WHILE WE DO IT SAY HOW MUCH WE TRUSTED LENNY AND WERE SO SAD HE DID STUFF, AND AFTER WE CAN JUST GO HOME!" He shouted. Half the crowd didnt listen and flipped him off,  but the other half did as the boy suggested.

Well kids thats the end of the story, and in the end they cut off one of lennys boobs and gave it to Billy. Some people might see this story or even hear me talking about it and think to themself, "what's this story about?". Ah, it reminds me of a conversation I was having with one of my good friends Orville. We were having a nice picnic one day. I believe it was summer? Oh, perhaps it was... was it the fall? Yes, yes, it was the fall because the leaves had turned already. But I said to Orville, I- I says, "Orville, I have a story to tell you." And Orville looked at me, you know, kind of odd and- and said, "Well what's it about?" I- I said to him, "Not every story has to be about something Orville. Sometimes a person just wants to talk, why does it have to be a story?" I said to him. He just looked at me and he said, "Well y-y-you said you had a story." You know, he was quite right, I did in fact. I told him I had a story. I suppose if a person just wants to talk, it's best to not announce that you're tellin' a story. Tellin' a story does come with its own pressures and expectations I- I suppose. After all, if you're just talking to a friend then, there's no more expectations then if you were talking into the wind. Words... by themselves are not expected to carry... aren't expected to stick. But if, you know if you announce that you're tellin' a story well then... there better be a point to it all. No one wants to sit and listen to someone ramble on and on and on with absolutely no end in sight. So, you know, it's- it's good to be mindful that when you tell someone that you're about to tell a story, that you have something to say. Tellin' someone that you're gonna tell a story is tantamount to asking them to stop what they're doing, and pay attention. You're basically saying "hey, hey, hey buddy, stop everything, stop what you're thinking, I have a solution to everything." And well, I didn't really have any story to tell. In- in hindsight I probably just misspoke when I said that I had a story. I think it would've just been better to tell Orville that I had something to tell him rather than tell him that I had a story, but you know e- even then it might've put too much importance on the whole thing. Either way it was quite a nice day. I remember, I remember that we were drinking tea.