Stupid

Once upon a time in a far off land lived a girl people called stupid. She lived alone because she didn't have enough common sense to find a friend. She didn't work because she didn't see the need, she had no one to spend her money one except herself, and she ate alone, because no one wanted to share a meal. One day, while she was walking alone to the store to buy on piece of bread for herself, she bumped into another girl. This girl had a gentle beauty about herself. She had long brown hair worn in her face to keep it from the world. Stupid was curious,"Excuse me" she said polielty,"What is your name?"

The girl looked shoked that Stupid would talk to her, and she said shyly"Dumb".

"Where are your friends, Dumb?" Stupid asked. "Friends?"Dumb asked as if that was the first time she had heard the word.

The two continued on their way, without even realizing that they were not alone.

"I haven't a friend either" Stupid said, without emotion."Would you like to come for dinner? I haven't finished my piece of bread from yesterday, and I'd hate if this one got bad"

So Stupid and Dumb went to Stupid's house that day, and the next day and the next until days turned into weeks and weeks months and months years. Everytime, they never mentioned the possibility of friendship, because it frightened them. They did not know why, but they both thought that if they mentioned the word fried, the other would laugh. 50 years passes and Stupid got very sick. Dumb nursed her on her death bed, and Stupid said,"Dumb, why have we been together everyday for 50 years?"

Dumb answered,"Why, it's the norm I guess" without thinking Stupid said:"No, Dumb, it is because we are friends. When no one else cared for us and when no on else took a bother, we stuck together. When everyone else laughed and threw stones at us, and when everyone turned their backs, we stuck together. That si why you are my friend." At that precise moment...stupid died.

For days after Stupid's funeral, that no one attended, Dumb sat, thinking. Stupid was her friend, and boy, did it feel nice.

THE END

by Kat

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