Galumpher loved to play. He was like an angel; the cute, innocent, little boy. Galumpher was always on the go. He and his friends would spend their days running through the town playing silly running games. Galumpher always had fun. In his mind he was unbeatable. Sure his friends might win some games, but he could never be bested. He was in control. Until one day.
The fatal day rolled around like every other day. Galumpher was running with his friends, enjoying life and its simplicity. As Galumpher rounded the corner he ran into something quite unexpected. Literally ran into it. The clothesline. The clothesline stood its ground and Galumpher found himself lying, bleeding, and staring up at a sky divided by a thin line. He had found his match. After some tears, hugs and blood, Galumpher got up, went home and after his face healed forgot about the incident. The clothesline was forgotten.
Years later, Galumpher was growing up like every other boy. He now went to school like a big boy and had another enemy called homework whose unwanted presence often interrupted his fun. But in all Galumpher still believed he was in control. Until his past caught up to his present.
Galumpher was playing basketball with his friends. He was running happily along after the ball when suddenly it happened again! Galumpher looked up through one eye and saw the sky divided by a thin line. His face was bloody, swollen and uncomfortable. His other eye didn't seem to be working. Galumpher had met his old nemesis. The clothesline beat him once again.
Haha! Perfect!
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