There once was a man Gulliver, who was not content with his life at all.
Although he had a big beautiful blue house, family, and pretty much anyone really needed, it was not enough for him.
One day Gulliver and his family was on a camping trip. As usual, Gulliver was grumbling and mumbling about how horrible his life was. “Oh, if only I had a pot of money, then my life wouldn’t be as trashy.” Gulliver thought. He looked back at his family, who was laughing and talking happily about something. How can they be so optimistic, when I’m feeling so down? thought Gulliver angrily. For the rest of the day, he walked in silence, quietly hating everything. Eventually, they came to a nice clearing and decided to make camp and rest there for the night. As Gulliver looked up at the starless, gloomy sky, he thought about ways he could get rich. Maybe he could sell balloons with poisonous gas in them, so when they popped the people would die and he could steal their money. No, that was a lengthy process and not clever enough. How about becoming a professional pickpocket? No, that was stupid too. Gulliver sighed, closed his eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow was going to be better for him.
The next day, Gulliver woke up, bright and early. It was still kind of dark outside, and his family was still sound asleep, but that was all part of the plan that was now forming in Gulliver’s head. You see, when Gulliver was sleeping, he had this dream. In this dream, there was a pot of gold right on front of him. But when Gulliver had reached out to grab it, the gold had dissolved, leaving only three words etched onto the floor: follow the rainbow. That was how Gulliver planned on getting rich. He figured it was a pretty genius idea, since he had never heard of anybody actually getting to the end. All through his childhood, he had heard stories about the leprechaun and his huge pot of gold coins. Now, thought Gulliver, I will be the one with all that money. He had already packed all his stuff, and now the only thing left to do was to follow the rainbow, which had miraculously formed over the rainy night. The sun had risen just the right amount so Gulliver could faintly see it. I’m ready, thought Gulliver. He set foot back on the trail and began to walk, step by step. And so the real journey began.
Additional notes: The reason I chose the name “Gulliver” was because in Old French, it means “glutton” and “greedy” person, which definitely describes Gulliver’s attitude throughout the whole story. Also, I don’t think I will do a part 2 because this is one of those stories where the reader decides what happens for the rest. (also because I am too lazy)
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