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Wayne's nice revengeSkriv ut Utskrift
Wayne skylder penger til noen, men han betaler ikke tilbake pengene...
Engelsk - FortellingForfatter:



- You better pay me now, or you going to have big problems!

- Sorry, I don’t have your money right now

- Now you made me pissed off. It was your choice, and you made the wrong decision. You are going to regret this.

 

That was his last word before he walked away from the circus. I walked back in to my associates, and tried to look normal. I met my chief running around looking for someone. “Hey Mice. Who are you looking for?” I said. “I’m looking for you Wayne. It’s your turn to perform. Hurry up!” I ran to the dress room and putted my suit on. I was going to be a clown. The circus director announced my show:  “Welcome to the clown show. To day it is a special day for the Alabama circus. We have a well-known clown with us today. Give it up for Wayne Lambert.” I was pretty jumpy. This was my day and I was going to make this a super show.

 

I jumped in to the ring. I started doing some tricks. First I juggled and then I did some fun child tricks my father learned me. The audience was wild. They applauded and yelled. They were so happy. The next trick was to poise on a thin wire. I claimed up the lather. My hands began to get wet of sweat. I started to be afraid of failing the act.

 

O no. I can’t miss this trick this is the best one. When I stood on the top I looked down. It was very high. I focused on the wire. Step by step, I walked on the wire without any problems, until a shot hit my foot. I fell down and hit my head. It all turned black.

 

I woke up on the hospital with my left foot tied up in a rope. I realized what had happened. The guys I had borrowed money from, had taken revenge. I thought this was the end of my life. But it wasn’t. “Do you think I can keep on being a clown?” I asked the nurse“ No, I don’t think so. The guys who shot you really ruined your carrier as a clown. You have to be here a month before you are well enough to leave the hospital. ” You got to be kidding me!” “No, sorry.” The nurse went out when a police officer entered the room.

 

Hey, how are you doing? Little pain in the foot, but ok. Do you know who shot you? Yes of course. I borrowed some money from some guys, and when they wanted them back I didn’t have them. They said I would regret it. When I performed my act at the circus they shot me in the foot, and ran away. I fell down and ruined my carrier. I could say I regret it borrowing money from them. It is a shame. We are going to put these guys behind bars before you know it.

 

Day after day, hour-by-hour, the time passed slowly. One month later I could leave the hospital. Finally, I was going to get home and relax on the couch with chips and a cold drink. I entered into my garden, after a nice long walk back home. My garden looked like a Caterpillar has been there. It was big heaps with soil. O no, the guys have been here too. I could just imagine how it was looking inside the house.

 

I walked in with only one thought in my head: How my house looked like. I touched the door. It was filled with dirt. The wind opened the door, and I went in. O my God. All my books, all my paperwork, all my food, everything was thrown around. Mice knocked on the door. ”O my good God. What have happened here?” “The guys who shot me in the foot has been here.” “I better call the police.” He called the police at once. Tomorrow I was going to go to the circus again. I had to check how my associates were doing. “Wayne you can sleep at my place tonight.” “Thank you so much. I appreciate your help.”

 

I went out in my garden and further through the neighbours. Then I came to a big cabstand. “Hey there…” “Wayne.” “Where are you going?” “I am going to the Alabama circus” “Will be.”

 

I didn’t say a word during that trip. I was too afraid. Maybe these guys was here her now. No they can’t be. What should they do here? I paid the driver and said thank you. Slowly I walked against the door. My body was shaking like never before. “They are in there, I can feel it.” I kept on walking.” There you are Wayne. How are you doing?” “Just fine thank you.” That was my x girlfriend. She was a lively girl, but she was too self-centred. There they were the guys who shot me. “Shit.” I turned around and walked to the show. I sat down and enjoined it. Alabama circus had a new clown. It was his turn now. He started with my trick. First he juggled with five swords, and then he did those fun child tricks I learned from my father. Who does he think he is? It pissed me off. I wet down to the assistant chef.

 

Why is he using my tricks? He is using them because that is what the audience wants. That bastard, he is going to regret this. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. The guys were close again. I turned around and there they were. Are they followed me, I thought? They have to be. I picked up my cellular phone and was ready to call the police. Now let these guys get a big lesson. I went down to the animals. They took the bait. They followed me, just like as planned. They were only three. One of them was fat, and not so quick. He was going to end up with the lions; number two in the tiger’s cage, the last one was going to get a special surprise. The fat guy was behind those to others, and he was number one. I turned to the left behind a wheelbarrow. When the guys passed I was going to pull a button. The button was big and I couldn’t miss it. When the fat guy walked over the hole to the lions, I had to be ready to pull. ”There” I said to my self. I laughed when he fell down. “What the f*** was that?” they turned around looking for me. I waved to them.

 

Now I was in the tiger’s cage. The tigers wouldn’t hurt me because they knew me. They stood still in some seconds. They planned what to do to me. I had a plan, who worked. The leader turned to the right, the other one turned and run against me. I opened the door to the cage and ran further into it. He came. I was to the left and he was to the right. He couldn’t se me. It was too dark. I sneaked me to the door and went out. “Ha-ha!” I laughed. He ran against me. I still had the door opened. When he was two meters from, I locked it. “Two is down, one more to go.” I jumped over to a new cage. This one was for snakes. A good revenge I thought. Soon as I was there I set up a trap. A trap that would make him fall down to snakes. But there was one problem. I needed a wire or a rope. I looked around me, no wire there. I couldn’t go and get one either. Behind me it was many horse bridles. I grabbed to of them and tied them together. “Perfect.” The bridles I tied up to a water can, was perfect. I placed the water can in the roof. Finished with the trap, and over to the leader. I leaned to the wall a looked carefully around the corner. There he was. I went back in and threw a horse helm out in front of him. At once I heard his footsteps got closer. When he was in my eyesight, I grabbed the bridles and pulled. “Ha-ha,” I laughed loud. This was the best story of my life. I cached three bastards on my own, with a useless foot. This I had to celebrate.




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