The Pranking Industry

To annoy you, half the words are in black. :P
On April fools, thousands of children across the world are, in a split second, respected, admired, and hated.
But how did this day come to be/ Lets find out through an article from Wikipedia;
"In Chaucer's Canterbury Tales (1392), the "Nun's Priest's Tale" is set Syn March bigan thritty dayes and two. Modern scholars believe that there is a copying error in the extant manuscripts and that Chaucer actually wrote, Syn March was gon. Thus the passage originally meant 32 days after March, i.e. May 2, the anniversary of the engagement of King Richard II of England to Anne of Bohemia, which took place in 1381. However, readers apparently misunderstood this line to mean "32nd of March," i.e. 1st April. In Chaucer's tale, the vain cock Chauntecleer is tricked by a fox.

The Fate of Adrien

One day, as I was reading a book, I looked through the window and saw...

Of all things…

A tree.

Well, yes, I guess that’s pretty normal, after all. And, naturally, this tree was good-naturedly ambling towards my window, with its branches outstretched.

With a loud crash it hugged the side of my house, all the time wailing “O Adrien, my dear Adrien, I knew you would become something great when you grew up!” I guess ‘great’ meant the side of my now wrecked villa.

This tree continued wailing, making noises that I attempted to recognize, but failed spectacularly.  As a pastime, I looked closer at the tree. It looked like a sequoia, being rather sentimental, weak in the mind, and, of course, just a bit overweight. This was about the thinnest I had ever seen, and I have seen a lot, considering the fact that they migrate right past Mannville.

Presently, the tree kneeled down and started sobbing. I wouldn’t blame it. The fact that one of its loved ones had been caught during the skyfishing season must have been horrifying. But it wasn’t the fisherman’s fault that the tree decided to fly at that time. It could have just driven a car, you know. No need to show off its flying abilities.

Torture

This is a story about World War II.

“Hey Jew! Come here!” a German soldier ordered.

                Colin scratched his grubby skin, his fingernails turning black with the dust and soot. Faintly, hecould hear the screams of terror as German officials mercilessly tossed innocent children into the flames. He lifted himself up and walked out of the tent.

                He was not given any overcoat as he walked into the whirlwind of snow. He knew that if he asked, they would whip him then burn him alive. His lips turned blue, his feet almost black; yet, he continued to walk. Eyes stared at him from their tents, wide with terror and pity. They pitied him for the fact that he was about to be killed; another murder in Hitler’s mindless massacre. But he did not pity himself. Life meant nothing to him-it had become an endless nightmare. He would embrace his death as a gift bestowed on him by God.

                Colin was led to a large chamber-the gas chamber. Detested and feared by all of the Jewish people, it carried the death of thousands of innocents on it. The people would be kept inside, and then the gas would be turned on. It would only be a matter of minutes before they were suffocated to death. It was in front of this accursed place that he was pushed.

                 And, with his own eyes, he could see his own parents sleeping inside.

                The Germans leveled a gun at his head.

                “Turn the gas on, or we shoot.”