Billy billy

Billy and the blob Billy threw the stone into the pit. A small boink! was heard, and then a loud angry voice cried out, "Why do you hurt me like that?" Out of the pit came a rather fat old blob, with a small indent right above his hairy, left eyelid. Billy, embarrassed, apologized and walked home, his nerdy head hung in shame. Time stood still for an instant. The blob paced the wooden floor of his pit, unsure of what he should do. "Well, he did throw a stone at me. That was not very nice at all. Hmm. On the other hand, he did not know that I was alive, let alone know that I feel pain. I think I shall invite him over for a visit tomorrow." The next day, the blob did exactly what he had said. Billy was invited over for a refreshments and games. Billy and the blob had the most delightful time. After a few hours, Billy stood up and said "I need to go home now." Billy's statement saddened the blob. You see, gentle reader, the blob had no friends. He had tried to talk to people passing by, but everyone ignored him. Small ignorant boys laughed at his appearance. Snooty rich people scoffed at his small home of a pit. Nerds just walked by, oblivious to anything but their own fantasy worlds. Billy started climbing out of the pit, but then turned around, hearing the blob weep. Billy promised to return the next day. The blob waited all day, anxious for Billy to return. When the sun had set, the blob sank a state of depression. Years passed by. The blob grew old, its hairy eyelids growing a glowing grey. One day, a small stone hit the blob's head. The blob started to yell out, but then caught sight of a young boy. Could it be-no, it couldn't be Billy. "Hi," the boy said, stepping into the pit, "I'm George, the great-grandson of Billy." The blob looked up curiously at George. He certainly did resemble his great-grandfather! George went on to explain that Billy had tried to return to the blob's home, but could not find the pit again. He had spent many years searching for the pit, and so had his daughters, sons, grandsons, and granddaughters. The blob's eyes began to fill with tears as he thought of Billy spending all that time, searching for him. Him! George then carefully picked up the blob, and took him back home. Billy lay in his bed, old and dying. George placed the blob next to Billy. Billy smiiled at the blob and the blob smiled back. As they both shut their eyes, they died together, as reunited friends. THE END