Note: I wrote this story for a reason, go to Ladeniel . I changed things in Crony's past. The story is just to be nice.

Crony is one of the school bullies yet he sews? This is why.

Crony was 9 years old, and lived in Montana; he had two friends Jack and Garret. They liked bikes, dirt, and worms. One day, he walked into his grandmother's bed room that lived with them and was busy with fixing his pants. "Grammy." He asked. "What are you doing?" She had his pair of his pants, a needle, and thread.

"Sweetie, I'm sewing."

"Can I try?" He asked.

"Okay." His grandmother replied smiling. She put him on his lap, grabbed his hands, and started sewing.

"See honey just take the needle, go through under the rip, around and keep on doing that." She said with a smile. When they were done, Crony jumped of her lap and yelled.

"Look Grammy, I sewed!" he gleefully yelled. Crony and his grandmother sewed a lot, he even learned how to male designs on clothes. Until one day Jack and Garret were over at his house, when they came in and they saw him sewing.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked.

"Sewing" Crony replied without looking up.

"Ewe!" Garret exclaimed. "My mommy and sister sew. That's girly." At school for the next two weeks, people were making fun of him. One day in class when a couple of boy's were making fun of him.

"Alright! I'm going to quit sewing."

"That's what you should do." Garret exclaimed when he heard the news.

When Crony got home he found his grandmother.

"Grammy." He began "I don't want to sew any more, I don't like it."

"Ok" She said with a smile. When Crony walked out she began to cry.

2 months later on a Friday afternoon. Crony's mom took him to the water park, then a dinner for kids, then ice-cream. When they got home, there were people Crony didn't know their. When they got in, Crony's dad walked up to him.

"Crony, your grand mother is….is…dead." his father started crying. "She had heart problems."

"No... No!" Crony yelled and ran up stairs. His mom went to get him, but his father stopped her.

"He needs to settle this on his own."

Crony didn't come out of his room till Sunday on the funeral. The preacher talked and they sang. When they were paying their respect by going to the casket, Crony went up by himself. He pulled out a white cloth that was twice the size as his head, when he did, everyone looked at him. On it was a heart.

"Grammy." He said, choking back tears. I broke your heart by not sewing, so I'll never stop again." He couldn't hold them back any longer, he cried.

"It's okay sweetie." His mom assured him. When Crony got to school he told everyone he was sewing.

"You're a girly girl." A boy said. Crony walked up to him and punched him in the face. The boy ran to find a teacher while crying.

I'm a 1/ 4th German. My Grandmother was going to teach me to sew before she died. I hope you enjoyed.

Yoka Loka,

Squengillio