There was once a maple shop owned by a quiet young man in Ontario. The owner was a quiet, hard working young man who had his entire life ahead of him. He had everything to make him happy, except for his husband, who never came home and was very unfaithful. But, the young man didn't lose hope, and continued making his maple syrup, working hard day and night, hoping his husband would come home.
The next day, I was walking around town. Who was that man next to you? He looked young and youthful with his leather bomber jacket. I couldn't stand the sight, and left, tears streaming down my face. I had to get to work, if I were to make any money to buy what I needed.
The next day, the town was full of worried faces. It appears that there was a murder last night. Who was that little boy in the sailor shirt next to you? He was way too young. You really are disgusting. But I couldn't worry about that for too long. I had to get to work again. I was almost ready.
I finally had got enough money to buy what I needed. Since I know you're not going to come home, I'll have to go to you. With a leather bomber jacket and a sailor top, i'm just the man you like. How do I look?
The next day the town was in chaos. A rich businessman had been murdered. An entire family of three had been killed... Tragic, no?
But the way he had been acting was unforgivable. He looked up at me and said "Who are you?" ...it was like he forgot who I was...
But I can't let that get me down. I have to get to work... Strange, I don't remember the syrup ever being this rich, deep color...