Mr Arrenegadex and the Cow

Warning: Mr. Fool who is reading this (yeah, you need to be a fool to be capable of read this stuff that I, King Fool, am writing), I inform you that if you’re younger than me, if you have a sensitive mind, if you a female, if you have heart problems or if you belong to jet7, I advise you, very hard: don’t read the following text! Also inform that the most scandalous facts of this story are based on real facts, and so you must not blame me for what I write, even more, knowing that you already read the warning before!



Mr. Arrenegadex was a young man in search of new knowledge, in search of the unknown and mystic! Unfortunately Mr. Arrenegadex lived in A Small Village, where just a few happened and just a few were to be discovered. But Mr. Arrenegadex also liked to test his own limits, even if that forced him to test the limits of the weak and oppresses too, and so, even with only just a few to discover, to him a lot was still just a few!
One day Mr. Arrenegadex was walking in the fields of the farm of is grandfather, hanging by with a handle broom’s stick, to relax, to keep himself calm as the calm view, where rambled here and there one and some others cows, but there was one cow that made difference between all the others, one that shined mystery. Fortunately that stood out to Mr. Arrenegadex; unfortunately that stood out to the cow!
Mr. Arrenegadex looked deep within the cow; exploding curiosity looked to the broom’s stick as well! Suddenly, stuck one fourth of the broom’s stick in the poor cow: nothing happened; two fourths or a half followed: yet nothing happened; three fourths and the whole broom’s stick at last! Mr. Arrenegadex amazed, got out of reaction as well, like that cow, both Mr. Arrenegadex and the cow… without any reaction in that moment more than awkward, there they stood for a few seconds. Mr. Arrenegadex gave up of his curiosity, confused, surprised and very scared, ran away kept running, not to be found in himself ever again!
The years went passing away, and Mr. Arrenegadex won the battle against the trauma, but the memory stayed as a ghost curse that promised to stay till be passed to someone else, this time as a story or tale, for as that to me was told by Mr. Arrenegadex himself, which passed his ghost to me, but I got enough of him, and so I say good bye of this tormentor ghost, and passed him to you, in this story!

The happenings of this story are based in real facts and told to the narrator in the first person (only about 10% of this story is fiction)!


Mr Arrenegadex

14/Set/2008 16:10