The Odd Purple Growth

The Odd Purple Growth

There once was a monkey with an Odd Purple Growth on his left shoulder. That monkey’s name was Chad. Chad was very resented in his clan, even the Clan Master disliked him, and because Chad was so different and hated he was banished from the Clan Lands. Banished to the world unknown.

After banishment, Chad plunged into a deep depression not even the Lillies in the Fields of Disgustingly Cheeriness and Scary Happiness could cure.

Every single day Chad would sit in his dark cave, poking at the Odd Purple Growth that he thought was getting larger. And every single night Chad would sleep on the cold stone ground, having dreams of his old home that was no longer in his reach.

This routine went on for a long time until this one, inconvenient and unimportant Wednesday. The Odd Purple Growth was now a Large Odd Purple Growth that covered Chad’s entire shoulder and down his back somewhat.

For some odd reason The Odd Purple Growth was itchy, and it ached too, and a peculiar noise sounded from it.

Chad did not sleep for many, many days until—finally—the pain stopped. Chad Collapsed into a week-long coma.

Once Chad had awoken he saw that his Odd Purple Growth had shrunken down to its normal size. Chad exhaled with much relief and then he heard a little squeaky noise, much like a noise a rubber ducky would make.

Chad looked down to see a small Odd Purple Monkey, snoozing away on his torso.

It didn’t take Chad long to realize that this little monkey had an Odd Brown Growth on her right shoulder.

Chad smiled for the first time in a long time. The sight of this living tumor warmed Chad’s heart, melting the icicles of depression.

Chad had named this tumor Linda. And when Linda woke up she squealed with happiness at her new name. It’s certainly better than “Odd Purple Growth.”

Chad then had to force himself out of what was left of his depression, for Linda needed to be taken care of, she was only a baby tumor, you know.

Chad raised her well and always reminded the purple little Tumor-Monkey that being different was good and not to judge others.

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So In the end there was a moral to this deranged story. Being different is good, and judging a book by it's cover is wrong. So Sora, you can't say I have no morals! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

Momento Amor

~Hiroko Hana