The Tale of the Garbage Man
katrock
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Ello! I hope it says 'katrock' not Anonymous and I hope it says 'Guest Writer'. LoL. Anywho, I am here to talk... well, type about "The Tale Of The Garbage Man". Now, I bet you're wondering and pondering (does that rhyme?) what a garbage man story would be doing in the Times. I don't know why I am writing this, but whatever. This has nothing to do with Whyville, but it's a great story (and a true one!) and it has a great lesson to learn.
It all started on Tuesday, July 30. My mom was in her room making the bed, and she was watching the garbage man pick up the garbage. It wasn't the normal nice garbage man, it was a different guy. He did my alley, then stopped and eyed my backyard and was looking towards the dirtbike....
On Wednesday, July 31 2002, there was nothing interesting happening in [city name removed], Saskatchewan. Until 3:34 pm. I was on Whyville, and my mom was outside putting some garbage out. Practically everything was chained up and in its place... until my mom noticed something odd about the fence. It was open a few inches and is normally impossible to open. Our fence (this is the best part, LoL, j/k) is normal, except it has two gates. One is at the front and one is in the back where you have to kick the gate, then open it and it messes up the grass. My mom noticed that it was open a bit, and she just thought that either my brother, sam89, or I was playing around with the fence. She asked me, and I said no. She asked my bro, and he said no....
Then this is the weird part. Today, on Friday, August 2, 2002, my other brother that's 19 was going on a camping trip just outside of Regina. He went into the back yard and our gate was wide open and it was broken. He told my mom about the gate and then my mom asked if my dad's ten speed was still there... yes it was... she asked if my dad's Honda (tm) '86 motorcycle was still there... yes it was... she asked if the 2 BBQ's were still there and if the little red '64 dirtbike was there... no, it wasn't! Somebody broke (well, I don't know how somebody could break into a backyard) into my backyard and stole our dirtbike! The ten speed bike was still there, untouched, same goes with the Honda (tm) and the BBQ's and oh yes, the canoe was all there. But they were not locked. Weird, huh? Who would wanna steal a dirtbike that had no seat, flat back tire and was chewed up by my dog! And my mom's window was open all night!
The moral of the story is: Don't Trust A New Garbage Man! LoL, and chain up EVERYTHING, including old dirtbikes that don't work, for example.
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katrock ;)
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