This story was possible thanks to a friend of mine who finally admitted to her flaws.
I guess you are wondering about the title.
Let's get this straight. In my childhood, I had a habit of telling falsehoods... very often.
It was my version of pranks back then, but you can just say I had an incurable lying problem...as at then.
I was fond of my own version of the truth, as I said earlier. Hence, nobody believed me when I spoke most of the time.
I lied that there was a frog in the kitchen...
I lied I saw a scorpion...
I lied that there was a snake in the backyard...
I lied
a lot.
Looking back, most of them were animal related, I wonder why.
A day came, when I would pay for my lies... sort of.
I was standing in the kitchen with my elder brother and my mom, when I saw a rat scuttle across the floor in the kitchen store.
I screamed "RAT!!!!!"
Of course they ignored me.
Jokes on them, this time there actually was a rat.
And it was discovered when my brother almost stepped on it while he was getting something from the store.
You know how Tom jumps on Jerry in the cartoons when something scary happens and Jerry carries him?
It doesn't work that way in real life.
He jumped.
I fell.
My mom saw the rat.
She screamed.
We screamed.
It ran.
I'm still not sure who got the laugh till now.
We should always say things as they are. Great talent you got.
ReplyDelete🤣🤣🤣Reminds me of the story of the girl who had a habit of crying 'wolf' when there was none. Nobody believed her when the real wolf came and ate her all up
ReplyDeleteHilarious 🤣
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