A long time ago near the gates of Athens, lies a town called Troy. In this Town, there was a young lad named,
Jejomar. Jejomar was a young lad that
had problems with himself. He was
dissatisfied with the way he looked, dissatisfied with his lack of athleticism
and he wanted change. Jejomar would
always be lingering in the town square.
The town square was a bristling place where many folks would gather and
congregate. He would often observe young
lasses that were fair and to his liking.
Some young lasses beard traits that would indicate uncouthness. He didn’t care, he was yet intrigued
regardless.
On a back alley within the confines of the town square he stumbled upon
a young lass by the name of Boot. Boot
was a lass that loved things in a particular way. She loved to be painted by young lads that appreciated
her fairness. This lass had brunette
hair and had pale white skin with lush red lips. Her height was similar to Jejomar’s and he
always observed her stature. He
appreciated how her appendages would freely be revealing. He got randy on the occasion. Boot, loved being painted and she would
always be painted in the same position at every painting. She felt that it was her elegance and she
wanted to show her painters her exhibition.
The painters would often sing or read verses from literature as they
painted her. Jejomar wanted to be like
the painters that paint Boot. So, he
approached her on that fateful day. It was broad day light, and the broad was
standing near a tree. The tree’s leaves
would make crunching noises as if autumn was approaching. This made Jejomar nervous. As he slowly walked towards Boot, she glared
at him with sharp eyes. Jejomar walked
towards her and said, “Miss, I think I may have misplaced my rucksack.”
“I’m uncertain as to its whereabouts.”
Boot replied, “Rucksack… The
painters always let me into their rucksack. And they would always have paint
brushes and palettes with them as they carried their easels. I’m not sure I have had the pleasure of being
acquainted.”
“I am Jejomar.”
“Jejomar from what year and town did that name originate.”
“It came from a year into the beyond and some place there hither.”
“Rubbish” she responded. "Just
rubbish. Is this how you treat a
lass? By giving her bologna? I want to be painted. If you paint me than I’ll give you my
affection, so paint me.”
Jejomar responded, “my dear, I don’t have any tools by which to paint, I
just have my rucksack which I have miss placed. Have you happened to notice
it?”
Boot replied, “no paint no rucksack.”
Jejomar proceeded to say, “good day to you and I sure do hope we meet
again.”
Upon reflecting on his encounter with Boot, he felt that he needed to
work on his athleticism. Painting to him
was like a game. He thought he needed to
develop his endurance and stamina as well as use the faculties of his mind to
come up with something unique. He felt
remorse about the way he was treated by Boot and as he walked to his home, he
thought about that interaction constantly.
He thought that if he said it another way or if he practiced before
approaching her or if he had fair traits, it would have helped him bag
her. He needed to look for his rucksack
and by the time he went home, he was unable to find the rucksack.
The next morning, Jejomar gets up from bed and goes to prepare his
breakfast. He eats two eggs and
ham. Somehow the eggs were green, he
didn’t know if they had gotten spoiled.
Regardless, he makes his way to the marketplace of town down to the
east. As he approaches several stalls he
starts to bargain with Merchants. There
was a particular Merchant who caught his eye.
Her name was Scratch and Win.
