Seven People
By: Paige Collins
Authors Note: I know this is too odd for words. I am sorry. I know I shouldn't have posted it. I make's no sense.
There were once seven people. They were sitting at a table, eating, drinking, laughing; having a good time. Till they decided to tell jokes.
" There once was a dumb blonde named Nancy, so she changed her name." Said one of the people.
" My turn! A kid was once kidnapped, murdered and then when the parents found out, they just giggled." Yelled out another person.
" You're fat that when a bus hit you, you turn around and say 'you kids stop throwing those rocks!'"
They all told jokes, laughed and stuff. Then they noticed something. One person hadn't spoken all at all.
They all stared at him, and he took the hint. He began his story/joke.
" There once were seven people in a house. They decided to go on a vacation. So they got in the car and left. The seven people drove and drove. They came to a tunnel. The car drove through the tunnel. The seven people drove and drove and drove till they saw light and the tunnel had ended. The seven people drove out and there were eight people in the car. The eight people drove and drove. The end."
Everyone looked at him.
Then (ever so suddenly) a mad cackle rang loudly through the still air.
The seven people looked up and there was a eighth person on the table!
The eighth person laughed again as a beaver crawled out of the garbage can.
Authors Note: I know this didn't have a point. I told a joke like that today and turned it into a story. Sorry 'bout that.