i know a little boy who lost some money
Last year, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
Xmas Shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very
fondly of the Christmas season. It was dark, cold, and wet in
the multi story Car park, i noticed that i was missing the
parking receipt which i would need To get out of the car park
without paying, so mumbling under my breath, i Retraced my steps
to the shopping centre entrance.

As i was searching the wet pavement, i heard a quiet sobbing.
The crying was Coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 10
years old. He was short and Thin. He had no coat. He was just
wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect Him from the cold
evenings chill.He was holding two fifty pound notes in his
hand.Thinking that he had got Lost from his parents, i asked
him what was wrong and he told me his sad Story.

He came from a large family. His father had died when he was seven
years Old. His mother worked two full time jobs to make ends meet.
Nevertheless, She had managed to scrimp and save two hundred pounds
to buy her children Christmas presents.

The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her
second Job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his
brothers and Sisters and save just enough to take the bus home. He

Had not even entered The shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed
Two of his fifty pound notes And disappeared into the night.
"why didn't you scream for help?" i asked.

The boy said, "i did."
"and Nobody came to help you?" the boy stared at the ground and
sadly shook his Head. "how loud did you scream?" i enquired. The
soft-spoken boy looked up And meekly whispered, "help me!"

I realised that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry
for Help.So i grabbed his other two fifty pound notes and fucked off.
( Munky Boy today I am back., Fri 10 Dec 2004, 10:40, Reply)