The Ugly Junkling
The following story is true. None of the facts have been altered. The ugly truth is presented in all its desssssspicable detail. The names of the innocent have not been changed.
Once upon a time down on an old farm, lived a junk family, and Mother Junk had been sitting on a clutch of new basketballs. One nice morning, the basketballs hatched and out popped six chirpy junklings. But one basketball was bigger than the rest, and it didn't hatch. Mother Junk couldn't recall laying that seventh basketball. How did it get there? TOCK! TOCK! The little prisoner was pecking inside his shell.
"Did I count the basketballs wrongly?" I knew I should have taken a cablinasain that night, instead of hooking up with that Sexual Tyrannosaurus, Mortimer Junk wondered. But before she had time to think about it, the last basketball finally hatched. A strange looking junkling with black & red feathers that should have been yellow, gazed at a worried mother. The junklings grew quickly, but Motimer Junk had a secret worry.
"I can't understand how this ugly prezofdeath looking junkling can be one of mine!" she said to herself, shaking her head as she looked at her last born. Well, the black & red junkling certainly wasn't blazerfan1 pretty, and since he ate far more than his bedge brothers, he was outgrowing them. As the days went by, the poor ugly junkling became more and more unhappy. His bedge brothers didn't want to play with him, he was so clumsy and rarely bowled over 99, and all the blog farmyard folks simply laughed at him. He felt sad and lonely, and Mother Junk did her best to console him saying, "at least dougall5505 isn’t here to take a picture of your ugly face"…. (or was he?)
"Poor little ugly junkling!" she would say. "Why are you so different from the others?" And the ugly junkling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night during his idoltime. He felt nobody wanted him.
"Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my bedge brothers?"
Then one day, at sunrisewithus, he ran away from the blog farmyard. He stopped at a pond where the phillyjunk23's swim and began to question all the other birds. "Do you know of any junklings with black & red feathers like mine?" But everyone shook their heads in scorn.
"We don't know anyone as ugly as you." The ugly junkling did not lose heart, however, and kept on making inquiries. He went to another pond, where a pair of large LeafHawk geese gave him the same answer to his question. What's more, they warned him: "Don't stay here! Go away! It's dangerous. There are men with Magnum guns around here, and the AK1984’s are fierce!" The junkling was sorry he had ever left the blog farmyard.
Then one day, his travels took him near an old tih countrywoman's cottage built by The Arkitect. Thinking he was a stray roybot goose, she caught him.
"I'll put this in a hutch. I hope it's a female and lays plenty of basketballs!" said the old woman, whose eyesight was poor. But the ugly junkling laid not a single basketball. The moderator hen kept frightening him.
"Just wait! If you don't lay basketballs, the old woman will wring your neck and poop you into the pot!" And the bow4meow cat chipped in: "Hee! Hee! I hope the woman cooks you, then I can gnaw at your bones!" The poor ugly junkling was so scared that he lost his appetite, though the old woman kept stuffing him with food and grumbling: "If you won't lay basketballs, at least hurry up and get plump!"
"Oh, dear me!" moaned the now terrified junkling. "I'll die of fright first! And I did so hope someone would galacticlove me! Where is broyposse when you need him?"
Then one nightbluefruit, finding the hutch door ajar, he escaped faster than tdarkstar can ban a troll. Once again he was all cloudydays alone. He fled as fanfaraway as he could, and at dawn, he found himself in a thick bed of reeds. "If nobody wants me, I'll hide here forever." There was plenty of annthefan food, and the junkling began to feel a little happier, though he was lonely. One day at sunrise, he saw a flight of beautiful birds wing overhead. White, red & black, with long slender necks, yellow beaks and large wings, they were migrating south.
"If only I could look specialgudurr like them, just for a day!" said the junkling, admiringly. Winter came and the water in the reed bed froze. The poor junkling left home to seek food in the southern oregon snow, his tummy was Starvin’ Marvin. He dropped exhausted to the ground, but a blog farmer Nate found him and put him in his big jacket pocket.
"I'll take him home to my children. They'll look after him. Poor thing, he's frozen!" The junkling was showered with kindly corvid care at the blog farmer's house. In this way, the ugly junkling was able to survive the bitterly cold winter.
However, by not92wastheyear springtime, he had grown so big that the blog farmer decided: "I'll set him free by the court pond!" That was when the junkling saw himself damirrored in the water, as if looking into to TheTinfoil.
"Goodness! How I've changed! I hardly recognize myself!" The flight of Broys winged north again in an L-TrainFTW! "V" pattern and glided on to the pond. When the junkling saw them, he realized he was one of their kind, and soon mademelon friends.
"We're Broys like you!" they said, warmly. "Where have you been hiding?"
"It's a long storyteller," replied the young Broy, still astounded. Now, he swam majestically Claire-like with his fellow Broys. One day, he heard children on the river bank exclaim: "Look at that young Broy! He's the finest of them all!"
And he almost burst with B-ROYalty happiness.