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How rude of me. Telling a story inside another story? We have no need for confusion here, so I apologize for this written disaster. John saved Sven’s life, as he stopped him from committing suicide. The masters probably saw Sven’s eagerness for creativity and beauty, and tried to drive it out of him through the use of the puppets. Luckily, he’d rather throw away his life then his mind. When I heard John’s story, I grinned for the first time in God knows when. Speaking of God…No. I shall not strive into another rambling of mine. On to the boring story! Thanks for reading this far, friend. So, me and John had planned to meet at the park for a drink or two Oddly, alcohol is aloud in the park, except beer is forbidden. They say it is “the junk food of drinks”. Which is a shame, since although almost any other drink is better than beer, it is the cheapest. And my pay is not what it used to be. Oh, how my head has slipped, my job! It seemed such a useless fact, but an important one nonetheless. I am a teacher, or at least used to be before they took away my license, of History, Math and English. It has been almost 20 years since I thought History or Math, I get by giving private math lessons. It was about 7pm, I have just finished my lessons and was going to pick up some beer. We planned to meet at 8pm, and knowing John, he’d step into the park at 7:58 and be at our favorite spot at 8pm sharp. So, I’d rather avoid being late. I entered the small grocer, a 10 minute drive away from the park, which is a 15 minute walk away from my home. I picked up a 6-pack of beer. Should be enough for 2 or 3 hours. I walked up to the cashier when the cashier smiled at me.
“Hey Mr. Cosely!” She Squeaked. A student of mine about 15 now, I taught her on Thursdays, it’s Friday.
“Why hello.” I answer with great effort.
“Hey, umm, is there any chance you can squeeze me in for tomorrows lesson? I really need the extra tutoring!” HA! Shelly was one of my smartest students. She doesn’t need extra tutoring, she needs to give me an extra hand teaching the other f*****g idiots.
“Shelly, we’ve talked about this. You’re a genius.”
“Aw please sir!” she almost begs. F**k it. She is begging. Only thing left is getting down on her knees, which is something that won’t surprise me.
I’m not sure whether Shelly is a puppet or not. She shows mixed signs. Typical of a woman.
A girl her age working is typical. A girl her age owning her own grocery store is out of the ordinary.
Her story starts when her family desperately needed money due to some death in the family. So, they asked for donations. They received lots of different types of donations, but mostly are food. Canned food, bottled water etc. They needed money, not food. Shelly had the bright idea of opening a make-shift grocery shop in their rented garage. They couldn’t afford the next month’s rent, but they had a month already paid off. So Shelly created a make-shift grocery store in that garage, and soon liquidized the food. Whatever the reason was, they solved it quickly thanks to the profits. Sort of like a garage sale. And Shelly decided to turn the garage into a full grocery store. She just got her license this year. The shop has been open for two years. Yes, it opened when she was 12 years old. I’ve been teaching her for one year. There, your curiosity satisfied?

“Fine, if you really want to, come tomorrow, no charge” I gave in. What harm could 1 more student do? Especially a student like her.
“Then no charge for you either sir!” and shoos me off with my beers. I drove off and found a nice parking spot next to the pizza parlor. Tempting as a freshly made pizza sounds, I already ate. I rushed off the car (A little yellow mini, I might add) to the nearest gate.
“Gleck!” The make-shift security guard said. “You haven’t visited today, so I’m afraid I have to ask you to buy a pass”.
“Yeah I know, here” I quickly hand him 5 euros in exact change.
“Gleck, your watch” He points out, friendly yet with a sharp tone.
“Right” I say as I run back to the car to deposit it in my dashboard.
The second I return, Fred gives me his famous speech.
“Welcome to the pure nature park! In this park we..” I cut him off.
“Do we really have to do this every time Fred?”
“It’s park policy!” He protests.
“Not if I heard it a hundred damn times” I rush in before he stops me to continue his wonderful, extremely long and detailed speech. Only Fred bothers saying the whole thing, the other two guards at the rest of the entrances each have a shortened version of theirs. Lucas’ is my favorite.
“Alright, here are the rules. No fancy s**t. Pacemakers, Wheelchairs, and other items necessary to one’s daily needs are exceptions. NO, a cell phone is not a daily need, and I don’t care if you’re the f*****g president, NO CELLPHONES!. Oh, No smoking and anything that’s illegal outside the park is illegal INSIDE the park, got that? And no sexual intercourse, there are children in here for f**k’s sake! ” At least that is what he usually says, I don’t know if he made some changes. He means the last bit, but it never happened to my knowledge. He frightens most newcomers, but he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Did I mention no scolding? Ok I was wrong.
I find our favorite spot, John and Sven waiting for me. Sven is seventeen now, and fully suicidal free.
“GLEEECK!!” Sven yells, again mispronouncing my name, even worse than John. I’m gona change my name one of these days, something with the All knowing “Y” oh I love the “Y” even more then “J”. It is, however surrounded by the mark of disagreement “X” and the sign of confusion “Z”.
“No need to yell” I said as soon as I was in earshot.
Sven quickly stood up and sat on the grass, and offered me his place on the 2-seater bench.
“Thanks” I answered.
“It’s fine” Sven said.
“So, what brings you here?” Sven’s visit was unexpected, I thought it was going to be just John and me, Sven did come from time to time, but I was usually informed first.
“It was sort of last minute” John interrupts.
“We have a problem.” Sven said, something which both of them wanted to say since they saw me.