The Hooded Boy Upon the Road by Kim Dedicated to Kenny McCormick, may he rest in peace...again...and again...and again... Author's Note: I put this together at 4 in the morning. Be kind.
As I walked down an unknown road that I had never seen before I came across a little boy whose presence gave me so much more.
Around him, I started to feel was an aura of mystery of luck was foul and death was great and spoke none of his history.
The boy was clothed in parka gold a hood covered most of his face. His eyes were filled with great persistance bravery, undying grace.
"Might I walk with you a bit?" questioned the boy innocently. "For I have forever to go wherever I should want to be."
The muffled phrase was high in pitch and my ears strained to again hear it but again he spoke of his request shrugging, I nodded in agreement.
The boy rattled in innocence of things so far beyond his age springing from sex and hardcore porn to fate, and death, and then decay.
At that moment I noticed a large object soon to fall upon the young parka-clad perv crushing in his tiny skull.
But the child smiled a knowing smile and knocked the thing from it's murderous crime and turned to me with laughing eyes and only said "It's not the time."
He rattled on just like before of a quest he will take in his prime to answer mysteries of himself, he prays the answers will be kind.
And though an oddity he seemed in my mind he held a high status he seemed to symbolize, to me the piece of darkness that life hands us.
And soon the road forked and he said "I think I will be on my way." But as he turned to the right path the time then came to end his days.
As I watched with frightened eyes a beast with Duffy for a limb raked the child with it's claws. "Now's the time." was last I heard from him.
And as I checked my Tiko watch it read the time, 10:28 and somehow I knew it *was* the time not a second early, nor too late.
And one week later, on the same road I took the fork the boy had walked and that is when I saw, dear God, the same boy with which I had talked!
He spoke with three boys like himself, one in cap of blue, one in hat of green and one who seemed too overweight and shouted comments rather mean.
And in my shock, I fell to faint as he turned to see my startled eyes and the boy spoke with amused laughter "Kenny McCormick always dies."
A few weeks after that strange day a show called South Park then appeared of talking poo, and anal probes and a child rather weird.
He wore a hood upon his face Of luck, for him, there wasn't any. And when death came to his young eyes we shouted "Oh my God, they killed Kenny!"
Cheezy. Corny. Has no chance of winning the Hellhole contest. Yeah, I know, so don't tell me again. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.
Marguerrite, Hunter of the Infamous Matt and Trey (they call me Kim, but I know better) Aka Crabtree-Norn "Sit down and shut up!" "&^*$ Censorship!"-originated on alt.tv.southpark