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| http://www.slate.com/id/94131/ |
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| http://news.nationalgeographic.com/ news/2006/03/0328_060328 _fly_glasses.html |
Late at night, after a long and hard day, a knock on the door was heard. Silently and with precariousness stood this horrible, four eyed, hairy and disgusting fly. Good question to ask what was this ‘thing’ doing here? What was he looking for? Hopefully nothing that I could help in, then he started.
- “Excuse me Sr., may I have some minutes of your precious time to ask something I would really appreciate.”
- “Continue”, added this unwilling man with a strait voice.
- “Sorry to interfere with you during this beautiful night full of stars, but I need your help,” the fly continued demonstrating a pain in his heart, “my name is Jean Valjean, and I have been looking throughout all the place someone that would help me. I am very hungry and I would love somewhere were I could stay to sleep. And! Do not worry; I will pay everything that you can offer to me. I have enough for what I am asking for.” Companied his Jean Valjean while holding his yellow passport with his left hand.
- “I am so sorry… ‘Or maybe not’, but I can not help you… how can I trust you if you have that yellow paper you just showed to me? Do you realize you have that paper in order that others are being aware of what you have done? It is just impossible for me and my wife to let you in.” Continued Mr. Fat ‘the Elephant’ before shutting the door on the poor and lonely man that stood behind it.
- “But… Sr.!!!” Exclaimed Jean Valjean.
Seconds passed away, when this desperate and lonely man knocked on the door again. Well… if you do not persevere you do not get want you want. Unfortunately Mr. Fat did not see it that way. He got mad and took his disgust off with this poor man. Opened the door with fury and yelled:
- “Go away!!! You will never be treated as us… you are what you are… a deprived, poverty-stricken and isolated man that has to leave me and my family alone!!!”
- “- But… sr. please help me”
- “…But… nothing!!! Help nothing!!! You are what you eat… poor beast…”
And… Boom! This was the noise of Jean Valjean, when he fell at the floor by the knocking hit from the door. Poor Jean Valjean never got up again least for a good time.
