The children sat in anticipation as a few others looked on. The room was dead silent. You could hear the crackling in the fireplace as the flames slowly consumed the large wooden logs that were placed there from the day before. The snow blew from side to side as if waving, telling them to come out and play like children requesting for their peers to enjoy the very day. It was a beautiful scene of a white and gold mansion that was now a lovely orphanage for children from all around the world. Who would have thought such a place could exist? Certainly not I for one. It was magnificent.
"Good morning, Mr. T." A young boy from the orphanage cried.
"Please tell us another story about your Great-Grandfather," Another child screamed.
"Yes! I would love to. It might be a little longer than what you are used to. And not just my grandfather but great...great...great...." Mr. T replied with a grin.
"We know sir!" A few teens interrupted as they strolled into the room.
"It is almost Christmas," A small child screamed as he jumped into Mr. T's open arms.
"The most special time of the year. Is it not?" Mr. T replied as he placed the small child onto a seat near to him.
"I am always excited to hear the stories about your family. They are always so fascinating," Another teen replied.
"Yes indeed," Mr. T answered with a smile. "They truly are fascinating stories."
"I do not know if I could believe all of these stories. They seem a little far fetched," Another teen reported as he placed another sweet in a child's hands.
"What is unbelievable about these stories?" Mr. T asked in a soft tone.
"Everything you say sir. Respectfully of course. I do not know if sometimes you are just telling us fables just for the fun of it." The teen said.
"Yes," Mr. T said with a laugh. "I could see why some of these stories would seem unbelievable to most who heard them.
"To all really," The teen replied with a shrug.
"Be quiet!" The child on the stool near Mr. T shouted.
"It is ok. Not everyone needs to believe. Sometimes some stories are a little harder to understand or consider for that matter if it was not something that happened right in front of us," Mr. T said calmly.
"I know sir. I just do not like when people talk to you like that!" The young boy exclaimed.
"So which family member would you like to hear about?" Mr. T asked his audience. "I will give you the choice this time of course."
"What about your great...great...great...great...grandfather?" One child screamed.
"No! The grandfather who was a pirate?" Another child asked with a boastful tone.
"What about your great...great...great...great...Aunt?" Another child said from the back of the room.
"I could tell a story about all of them if you would like that?" Mr. T asked calmly.
"We would love that!" The children shouted in unison.
"Hmmmmm...Now where did I put that diary?" Mr. T asked himself.
"I found it sir," The boy on the stool said. "I think you might have been sitting on it."
"Yes indeed," Mr. T said with a grin. "Here it is."
"No one liked him. Why are we reading his diary?" A teen said annoyed. "Maybe you can skip some parts and only read them to us as these kids are too young."
"Quiet," The boy on the stool replied as he put his fingers to his own lips.
"No need for all of that," Mr. T said with a smile. "Now let us read the Diary of Mr. Thaddeus."
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
