mother, mother! fukwit daddy! by Haujobb
on saturday morning little john went to play in the sandbox as usual. sun was shining and he marched cheerfully on the yard carrying a brand new plastic truck that daddy had given him as a birthday present yesterday. children from the neighbourhood were already building castles out of dirt and stones and digging the ground with their tiny shovels in the box. but when little john arrived with his new toy everybody turned to look at him. he laid the truck down ceremoniously and started to drive on the soft sand. the other children continued their playing but little peter wasn't happy. he was so envious about little john's truck that it hurt. he dropped his shovel and walked next to little john and looked at him with a challenging spark in his eyes. "know what?", little peter started. "yes?", little john answered. "i know a secret you don't", peter said recalling what his big brother had told him last night, "and it's much more better than your truck!" little john was doubtful. what could be possibly better than his new truck? but little peter seemed to be so sure and he started to be curious: "what? i want to know!" "it's a secret word that you can use so that your mother gives you candy every time you want! but i can tell you only if you let me try your truck!" little john's head was whirling with images of unlimited candy he could eat as often as he wanted. without further thinking he gave the truck away. as a gift in return little peter whispered him the secret words and little john left the box running. back home he rushed straight to the bedroom where his parents were still enjoying late saturday morning and shouted: "mother, mother! fukwit daddy!"
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