THE STORY OF JULIE’S DADDY

My Daddy used to always say to me: little Julie, never trust people, especially your best friends. Then he would tell me this story. Before he met my Mommy and became my Daddy, my Daddy was a simple farmer. One day he grew tired of ploughing the land, so he joined the circus. He quickly became quite famous for his ball-balancing act. But his closest friend Bruno got jealous of my Daddy’s success, so one day when my Daddy was doing his act, Bruno crept from behind, screwdriver in his hand, and popped the ball my Daddy was balancing on. My Daddy plunged to the floor, broke his bones and died shortly thereafter. The reprehensible Bruno took his place, assumed his identity, and in a few years met my mom. They fell in love, and in nine months I was born. That’s how cruel and unpleasant life can be.