|Bad Brad (standard:fairy tales, 1316 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Dec 11 2006||Views/Reads: 2291/1151||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Once upon a time, there was a town that was run by the Hamilton family. Bad Brad Hamilton would not smile at anyone. A contest to see who Bad Brad would smile at was started by the girls who wanted his attentions..Many tried, but only one succeeded...|
Once upon a time, there was a town in a cold distant village. It had little sunshine and most of the year was spent trying to get out of the cold, chilly winds. Most blustery winds, I must say! The streets were neat and tidy and the police saw to it that no strangers stayed longer than a week. Everyone knew one another and especially everyone else's business. Good or bad. And there were ways to find out. So most people were fairly predictable. Walking to most any place in this town only took a few minutes. The town square was one solid block of small businesses, mostly the post office, a five and dime, a drug store, police and fire station (yes, they did both!), church and schoolhouse. The whole town looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell portrait, the only difference was that the truth of the facade came to light only through the perspective of a strange visitor. And not to often at that! At the edge of town there was a lone grocery store owned and operated by one of the oldest families in town--the Hamilton's. The grocery store was in operation for almost one hundred and fifty years. From great-great grandfather Rex Hamilton (who is buried in the town cememtery with a full parade and fireworks!) to grandfather Howdy Hamilton who died plucking chickens during a lightning storm. Once again, a full parade for him and barbeque chicken and fireworks for the whole town. A silly town, a queer family line, but no one questioned anything. Just kind of shook their heads and accepted it all, like gospel. It seems this family could be as wacky as they were arrogant. The name of the grocery store was "Hamilton's Grocery"--what else--as there was no real imagination in the name or in them. The store shelves were stocked with strange stuff, like grape flavor bacon. kangaroo eggs Siberian coffee, Green bread and goat meat. The advertising for the groceries was a curiosity to strangers that were new to the town. One ad in a county newspaper announced: COME ONE, COME ALL TO HAMILTON'S GROCERY...WHERE ELSE CAN YOU DINE ON KANGAROO EGGS AND PURPLE BACON AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE?? Well, that was enough to barrage of strangers to the Hamilton Grocery store one fateful week. One such stranger was Anna. Anna was a quiet, kind of demure girl of fifteen. She rode her new red bicycle to this town from the next county for the simple reason that she just had to try the purple bacon. Purple was her favorite color. She had a purple room, purple color curtain...and she craved purple food. She had never, ever tasted purple bacon. The purple bacon brought her to meet the gorgeous son on the Hamilton's. Bad Brad Hamilton. Brad was kind of the star of the store. Girls would come into the store and just watch him work. Many would line up and buy bacon by the pound just to get a smile out of this guy. But he would not smile at anyone. He cut his bacon and that was that. So, the girls in the town got together and tried to think of a way to get this Bad Brad to smile at them. One girl announced if someone could get him to smile and they would put each ten dollars in a pool and that girl would get the money! About one hundred girls entered the pool and each tried their hardest to even get Brad's attention but if he did look up from cutting his bacon, it was only for a flicker of a second and then he would go back to cutting bacon. The competition for his attention got fierce. Girls would come in the store with short red skirts, makeup, perfume and high heels and strut over to the meat counter and bat their eye lashes at Bad Brad. Nothing seemed to get his attention. I mean nothing. He gave out samples once a week and the girls rushed over to the sample table to try a piece of the purple bacon. It tasted awful, to tell the truth. But each told Bad Brad.... "This is so delicious!" All they heard was the sound of a cleaver, cutting up more bacon. Anna's intention was to try the purple bacon. Her legs were tired from riding her bicycle all day, but no matter. She was determined to get to Hamilton's Grocery to try that purple bacon. It took her a day and a half to get there. The town was just straight ahead and she picked up the pace and headed into the center of town, past the church, school, Click here to read the rest of this story (71 more lines)
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