Short Stories Unfinished

Hobo the HERO!!!

Hello......... I am Bill I'm also a raccoon I was named after a true hero and as you would guess since my name is Bill and he was named after me then that his name would be "ahhhhhh"   "ahhhhhh"                 "uhhhhh" Yep you guessed it Joe! but he was not always a hero he used to be consumed with greed, but you don't want to hear about me you want to hear about Joe Yeees
ss? wait or is it no I cant tell because im not there for you to read it you know what ill take it as a no alright my story is dumb the end..... Now its time for JOE!!! 

One Day long ago In the ghetto Not far away lived a un peaceful hobo of the name Joe he lived in a small box next to a dumpster where I lived, It was the middle of January  Stiff Long Layers of Ice and Snow covered the floors of New Jersey the place of dreams and hope. I was always so toasty in my nice warm dumpster with a Large dirty tangled fur, so I was never cold but Joe had nothing only his box "that was filled with snow". Some Cold Drafty nights he tried to climb in our Dumpster but my dad hissed and bit at Joe because he  wanted all of the heat. "No Sharing" So my dad would call Joe a dumb butt and send him on his way. I had seemed to notice that Joe always had a  dirty can with one bean left he salvaged that one bean eating a nibble once a week to keep him from starving he also had a spoon he sucked on after he ate the nibble it was the most clean thing he had it was shiny. I say to this day i want that spoon. One other day I was feeling famished with hunger so I set off to find some food I as usual came up empty handed well other than the shinies that I take out of pockets from the pedestrians walking by Joe can't ever help himself and he tries to take my shinies but there's no room for thief's here, so