On Huge Bond Street there was a very rich boy. He lived in a palace made of gold. He had everything. Except, some brains. He was so dumb he thought a cartoon was a song you sing in the car.
A little further along Bond Street, There lived a very poor boy living in a hut of straw. Even though he couldn’t afford books, he was very clever.
One day when the rich boy was playing video games, his father told him to go out and be “active”. So he went out of his palace and started walking down Bond Street, until he met the poor boy. As soon the poor boy saw the rich boy he said, “Will you be my friend?” he asked. The rich boy reluctantly answered, “Yes, of course” since he never had a friend. All he had was a poodle.
They talked for hours. All the time the poor boy thought the rich boy was smart because he could afford schooling.
At one point the poor boy asked the rich boy’ “How many p’s are there in a pea?” The poor boy thought that the rich boy would give a reluctant answer but he didn’t. That’s when the poor boy found out how dumb the rich boy was. Instead of saying one he said if you give me a pea I will count how many P’s are there in a pea. The poor boy could not help but laugh. Then the rich boy said if you are so wise answer this. “How many B’s are there in my backyard”. This time the poor boy didn’t know the answer. Saying the rich boy walked away with his held high.
Remember when I mentioned the title? Well I guess I was wrong. Even the rich boy was smarty pants. And I’m pretty sure it happened because I too don’t know him so well.