The Story to the Moral

Morals are great things, and like most great things, they stem from unexpected places. While one might assume that, because cats have a curious nature, they were simply the obvious choice for the infamous idiom, "Curiosity killed the cat." While such is true, what many people don't know is that Curio City, a small town containing no more than a population of, say, 200 or so, holds the world record for highest number of feline fatalities per year. Many also are not aware of the annual Bluebird Races, where the first to the finish line wins a lifetime supply of worms, or even the untold story of the Trojan Horse incident, where an innocent of Troy peered in to the wooden horse's mouth only to see an army of Romans lying in wait, and was immediately pulled into the belly and killed to prevent any others realizing the ruse. Yes, morals are great, strange things, and while these are all interesting stories, none so compare to the tale of Edgar Byrde.

Edgar was only ten years old when only kin, his twin sister, Alyson, perished in a sudden outbreak of the flu (One with a dark sense of humor might comment that the Byrde "flu the coop") and he was moved from the homely town of Bushville to the large city of Handsonton. Obviously a bit traumatized from the death of his sister, he sat alone in a dark corner of the Basket Express, shuddering as he wondered exactly where the train was taking him.

It was then that a rather mathematically-impaired child known as Danielle Eggerson bounced over to where he was sitting. "Hiya!" she cried, plopping down next to poor Edgar, "I saw you three over there all alone and figured, 'hey, I'll go talk to them!' So here I am! My name's Danielle; what's yours?"

Edgar looked at her blankly. "...Three? There's only one of me."

"Three? What an odd name. Nice to meet you, Three!" Danielle shook his hand enthusiastically, producing a sounds somewhere between a chirp and a hiccup. "I'm all alone on this train, too. My parents are on the next one. They said it would be best not to put all of the Eggersons on one Basket." She nodded gravely, as if that was the most profound bit of knowledge she had ever heard.

Edgar frowned, halfway between politely asking her to leave and continuing this nonsensical conversation. Because he didn't have much to do anyway, he chose the latter. "Er... that's nice. My name's actually Edgar, not Three."

"Really? Well, I prefer Four, so I'm going to continue calling you--" Danielle stopped as a stone flew towards the window, causing a small crack to appear. "...Oh, now that's odd. What's with all of these rocks all of a sudden?!"

"Only one..." Edgar corrected, though he was moving uncomfortably away from all of the nearest windows. Despite the fact that there were now only one of him, stones still made him nervous.

Now, let us just say that the assumption that the stone meant nothing, was, this time, not even for the Byrdes...

The End

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