Let's be honest, no matter how much everyone wants me to own Disney or Square Enix, it'll never happen, and believe it or not, it might be for the best that I don't own it. I would screw the company by investing everything we had into the Hot Pocket companies.
The Organization's Problem
Chapter 6
Sorry for the wait. I don't know why, but for some reason I couldn't stay focused when I was writing this chapter. I wish I knew why I couldn't consentr- Ohh! Look, Shiny thing! OH, AND THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT SHORT!
In The Living Room With A Slightly Used And Uncomfortable Sofa That Possibly Is…
Xion was happily watching Sesame Street, snuggled into a small throw-pillow hut. Saix came in the Living Room and turned off the TV.
"Hey!" Xion complained, "It was almost over, now I won't know how It ends."
"Xion, you need to reading or drawing or doing something outside, today."
After a few minutes of awkward silence, during which neither girl moved an inch, Xion spoke up.
"Hey Saix, you wanna hear a story?"
Saix gave her the eye. This might be a trick.
"Sure."
Xion cleared her throat.
"So there's a man, and his son in going into First Grade. And the dad says, 'Okay son, you're going into the First Grade. Now, this is a big year, and if you get straight A's, I'll get you anything you want.' So the son made all A's and the dad asked, 'Alright, son. You made all A's, so, what do you want?' The son looked up at his dad and said, 'I want a tennis ball.' So the dad gave him a tennis ball.
Then, the son was going into Second Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Second Grade. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want TWO tennis balls.' The dad gave him two tennis balls.
Now the son was going into Third Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Third Grade. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want THREE tennis balls.' The dad gave him three tennis balls.
Then, the son was going into Fourth Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Fourth Grade. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want FOUR tennis balls.' The dad gave him four tennis balls.
Then, the son was going into Fifth Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Fifth Grade. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want FIVE tennis balls.' The dad gave him five tennis balls.
Then, the son was going into Sixth Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Middle School. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want. Whatever game, a new bike, whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want SIX tennis balls.' The dad gave him six tennis balls.
Then, the son was going into Seventh Grade, and the dad said, 'Alright, son, you're going into Seventh Grade. Now, if you make all A's this year, I'll get you whatever you want. Whatever new bike, whatever you want.' The son made all A's. 'Good job, son. Now, what do you want as a reward?' the son looked up at him and said, 'I want SEVEN tennis balls.' The dad gave him seven tennis balls.
The son was getting ready for Eighth Grade, and the dad said, 'Son, I'm not sure why you keep asking for tennis balls, and I've never seen you play tennis, either, but, if you make straight A's this year, I will get you ANYTHING.' So the son got straight A's, and, surprise, he said 'dad, I'd love to get EIGHT tennis balls.' The dad gave him eight tennis balls.
So now the Ninth Grade rolled around, and the dad said, 'Okay, son, you're in high school now. You're turning fifteen. If you make A's this year, you can have absolutely ANYTHING you want.' The son makes straight A's. The dad says 'nice job, now, what is it that you want this year?' Then, the son says 'You know what I would like? NINE tennis balls. So the dad gives him nine tennis balls.
So now the kid is in Tenth Grade, 'Alright, you're in Tenth Grade now! You're turning sixteen this year, and if you get all A's, I will get you ANY car that you want.' The son makes straight A's. The son looks at his dad and tells him, 'You know, instead of a car, could I get TEN tennis balls?' The dad gave him ten tennis balls.
It's time for Eleventh Grade. 'Son, you're almost out of school, and if you get perfect scores this year, anything you want, and I mean ANYTHING, will be yours.' The son got perfect scores. 'Son, what do you want? A car? a computer? A trip to New York?' 'No, dad. I'd like to have ELEVEN tennis balls.' And the dad gave him eleven tennis balls.
'Son, this is your last year of school. You've always done good, but this year, it might get more difficult. If you make straight A's here, you'll be valedictorian, and you could go to any college in the country. Promise me this, though. If you do make all A's this year, that you will NOT ask for twelve tennis balls, okay?' 'okay, dad. I promise that I won't ask for twelve tennis balls.' The son made straight A's.
'Alright son! Now what do you want? What is it? And remember, you can't ask for twelve tennis balls.' 'yeah, dad, I'm way too mature to ask for twelve lousy tennis balls… that's why I'm going to ask for a truckload of tennis balls.' The dad was astounded. All his son had wanted all his life were tennis balls.
One day, when the father was inside, reading the paper, and the son was out driving his truck of tennis balls, the dad heard a horrible screeching, and then an explosion. He hurried outside to see what it was, and to his misfortune, his son's truck had toppled over, and there was fire and tennis balls everywhere. He made his way to the cab of the truck, where the son was bleeding heavily.
'Son… you're going to get through this.' 'No dad, I'm not going to make it.' The father looked at his son. 'Then, before you pass on, please tell me why. Tell me why you wanted the tennis balls. What were you going to do with them?
The son chuckled. 'Sure dad, I'll tell you why I wanted the tennis balls. The reason I wanted all of the tennis balls' he took a deep breath, 'the reason I wanted them was because…'
And then he died." Xion finished. She immediately burst out laughing at the ending to her story.
Saix looked distressed, like someone had just thrown brick at her face.
"NOOOOOOOO! It can't end like that! How does it end? What does the son say? I need the ending!"
"Well guess what?" Xion said. "I wanted to see the ending to Sesame Street. Now we're even."
Hey guys! Hope you liked it! Just a bit of filler, seeing as how I haven't really focused on Xion Lately. By the way, this is what's known as "The Tennis Ball Joke" Please try not to use it, as it belongs to my Youth Pastor. Well, remember to Read and Review, as those are the only reasons that I write. Your opinions matter to me.