A Childhood story
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Paul. Paul was 12 years old and lived in London, Middlesex. While walking home from school one day, a Blue Dillo jumped out from behind a Red Card and tackled Paul to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Paul realized that the Blue Dillo was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off.
At that moment, Paul decided to keep the Blue Dillo as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet Blue Dillo ''Alan.'' When Paul and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Paul's mother, Margaret. And boy was she surprised to see a Blue Dillo following Paul into the yard! ''What in world is that?'' shouted Margaret. ''It's a Blue Dillo,'' answered Paul. ''Dah, I can see that, Paul, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said Margaret. ''It's my new pet!'' answered Paul. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked Margaret. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Blue Dillos. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that Paul grabbed Alan by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove.
Once in the house, Paul and Alan played and played, that is until Paul's favourite television show, ''Blind Date,'' started. At that point Paul forgot all about Alan having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ''Blind Date,'' when Paul was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ''Sysop!!! Paul! Get your Ass in the Bedroom...NOW!!''
With that Paul rushed into the Bedroom to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the Bedroom, there stood his father, Fred, pointing toward the Computer desk. ''Will someone please explain that?'' asked his father. Then, as Paul followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Computer desk, was the biggest pile of Dillo doo-doo he had ever seen! ''I don't EVEN want to know how that got there,'' said Fred. ''But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!''
Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Paul knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Alan for a pet. So without hesitation, Paul set out to find where Alan was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Paul discovered Alan crouched beneath the table that Paul typed his Chat rooms entries on. ''Come on, Alan, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the Computer desk!'' scolded Paul. ''Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet Dillo!! And with that Paul led Alan out of the house and down to the local Woolworths.
They had a pet section and Paul knew the owner would find Alan a good home. So after saying good-bye to Alan, and thanking the owner of Woolworths, Paul walked backed home and attempted to drown his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Lucozades. But Paul's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. Paul was sad – he missed his Blue Dillo.
So, next time you go past Woolworths have a look in the window. If you see a Blue Dillo, waiting there , have a heart. Spare a thought. A Blue Dillo is not just for Christmas!