The Boy.

There is a boy. Some say he is the kindest boy on his side of the globe. He works all day helping others, and spends and night volunteering to help others more. He gives away everything he has, both knowledge and possessions, to those who need it more. The boy does not miss a single thank you, and is always eager to say hello. Every parent on his side of the globe want their sons to be like this boy. They have their sons study the boy and take notes on everything that he does. This leads to the boy amassing a large following that joins him on his daily life. The boy welcomes this group with open arms, thinking that his following will help him greatly increase his daily output of niceties to the world. The group of sons rather, follow him from a distance, their noses deep in the books in which they record his every action. They watch him go from neighbor to neighbor, offering his kindness to help fix problems that are not his. The sons document this rapidly, takin the most detailed notes on how to employ this in their own life to appease their mothers and becomes loved by their neighbors. They study this boy at the soup kitchen, where volunteers are sparse and diners are a plenty. They study him on the street, where the boy gifts the homeless his earnings. “How many coins did the boy give that man?” one son asks another. “I’ll take a note of that” he decides. The boy eventually dies from a rare sickness. The sons, with nothing left to document, go home to grieve the death of the wonderful boy and show their proud mothers all of their notes. Their mothers were as pleased as could be.