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"Thanks for sharing this story with me, I read it with my first cup of tea this morning. It is very good, well written and makes you want more as you read it." L.C.

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"Quite a tale!  You have a gift for allegory, which I guess the best fairy tales are." R.S.T.

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Once upon a time there was a big bouncing boy named Jack.  

Jack was the brunt of many jokes because he was BIG.   His belly was so round that you couldn’t hardly see his head or arms or legs.   He received scowls and scorns from grownups and kids alike.  No one, really, was his friend.

His parents did not make matters any better – he was dressed in striped jerseys that made him look exactly like a big ball.  His schoolmates never did miss a day to heckle Jack and hold him up to ridicule.  He was laughed at, he was teased, he was called names and worst of all, he was called the name his Mom had always used lovingly “bouncing boy” – although the kids turned that into torment “Oh, look at Momma’s Biiiig Bouncing Boy” with a snicker and laugh that made life miserable for Jack.

Jack did start out as a Big Bouncing Baby Boy – maybe because his Mom had said from the moment she knew she was expecting the stork, “I’m having a big bouncing boy”.  No matter what the reason, Jack was biiiiig.  He was a BIG baby, a BIG toddler, a BIG boy and now, almost a teenager, Jack was really and truly BIG.

During Jack’s early days of school, when he thought the kids were being his friends, he would play act as a slob while eating his food and say big giant things such as “Me want MORE”.  He thought that the kids were laughing with him but soon found out that it was laughter at him.  “EEEE U”, the kids would say, “Did you see how gross that fat kid is when he eats?”  Only to be corrected by the older kids – “His name is Big Bouncing Fat Boy.  You can see why.”  “He looks just like a Bouncing Ball, striped and all.”  “Are you sure IT’s a boy, not a beach ball?” On and on the teasing would go.

By the time that Jack finished his early years of school, no one knew his name.  He was only called that gross fat Bouncing Boy.  No one explained any further because everyone knew who Bouncing Boy was. 

It was a small town where Jack lived so he was well known to grownups, kids younger than him, kids his age, kids older than him and so on.  “There goes Bouncing Boy.  Didn’t you feel the earth shake?”  “There goes that gross Bouncing Boy - Did anything break?”  Or, even worse, “There’s grain missing, Bouncing Boy thought it was cake.”  And the laughter would go on and on and on.

Jack was so resentful at the awful words and terrible stories made up about him.  His solution for acting out what he was called only made him more unpopular.  To top it all off, his loving parents – the only ones that still adored him no matter what, were old and frail and passed on.  He wound up without a single person that even cared about him.  Even though he looked like a grown-up because of his size, the fact was, he was still a little boy that had feelings.  Without his loving Mom around to cheer him up, he just got sadder and sadder, life just wasn’t the same.

Jack was left on his own to make it go right in a town where he was laughed at continuously.  Life went from bad to worse to unbearable and somehow continued...