Time for a story

Once apon a time, there was this boy, who was upright and stubborn and naturally unwilling to abase himself infront of any nobles.Wearing tattered clothing, he was not abashed by his appearance to the public. Being seen as aberrant to his fellow friends, this is the result of him abbreviating his speech to get his mesage across. Not surprising, his name became A, his initials, and soon, people started calling him, "eh".

One day, as he was doing his daily chores in his backyard, a stranger accosted him, immediately introducing himself. "Goedemorgen Monsieur, mijn naam is Joseph, comment allez vous". "What the f*** (WTF)", thought "eh", as that was a coherent speech with a bad mix of dutch and french. "Can u speak english", he retorted. "Haha, I can do some simple english", replied Joseph. "I need help, your help, please help me" Being upright, eh knew he had to help, though he acknowledge he hoped for a token of apreciation for his help. Without hesitation, eh invited Joseph into his room.

In his room, there was an acrid odor of gunpowder, and the lack of ventilation makes the smell acute to the newcomer. Joseph knew he made the right choice....

"Are you native to this land", asked Joseph in his attempted fake British accent.

"Yea, I lived here all my life. My ancestors are aboriginal here. We make living selling coconuts. However, there was a big tornado one day which uprooted all the coconut trees. We had to survive. No coconuts, no money. Debts accrued till it was abysmal. We had to be abstemious with little food in our tarven. Our coconut trading deals was held in abeyance till the debts were cleared. To accommodate us, my great grandfather abstain from food...., his act of abnegation was necessary to survive his family! He starved to his grave."

Jospeh listened and acquiesce to eh's speech, though he hoped that eh would abridge his saddened story which he has no absolute interest in.

"We had to adjust, coconuts is bad business. People switch to bubble thee, you noe... with those black pong pongs in the drink, makees ya chew chew and chew. I turned to actuarial stats, ya noe, in dream of joining an insurance firm, earn money, help my famerly, help the world. Then wee find good opportunity, black market, arms dealing, ya noe, big bucks, BIGG bucks."

Joseph noticed eh's speech is turning aberrant. 'He must be drunk', thought Joseph.

"Hey ya, enough of this, I have a purpose when I approached you." Joseph interrupted acrimoniously. "You will get big bucks if you do this for me, more than what you get from dealing with arms."

"Whats the deal huh", replied eh aciduously, he had learned not to trust strangers.

"King Edward 1000" Joseph exclaimed with his hands clasped together facing the sky. "He has just abdicate his throne for his love. This is a chance for Prince Gargantuan, his size fits the name, but his chance is eluded by crown Prince Marilyn. We need to make way for Gargantuan and I think I have found a suitable candidate to do that. You know what I mean."

Knowing what he has got himself into by inviting this stranger to his house, eh was petrified. What could he do, he doesn't want to be involved as an accomplice, what more the murder of a royal desendent! 'He must be insane!' thought eh. Refusing the offer would mean he could be in danger as he knows the plot. Accepting it is wrong, totally.

Next part coming up when the mood comes