Post by CloudNine on Jun 23, 2005 23:22:31 GMT -5
Here's part of a story I'm working on. Enjoy everyone! 
Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite
"For sale: Large dresser with six drawers." read John, "Well that tells me a lot!"
"This one's even better," George started, "For sale: Lamp with a shade."
"I think I've got the best one," Ringo said, "For sale: Table."
"Are you guys readin' the classified again?" Paul asked.
"We can't help it," Ringo replied, "Curiosity, that's all."
"What fool is selling this stuff?!" John snapped, "And what fool is going to buy it?!"
Paul took the newspaper away from his band mates and looked at the addresses.
"Just as I thought," he began, "It's the same person sellin' all this stuff."
John grabbed back from Paul and read. George glanced over, too.
"That person lives around 'ere, y'know." George stated.
Upon looking at the address again, Paul remembered the house. He and the others had gone past it many times before. They had seen, but never spoken to, the owner, an older man living by himself. It was a small house, and could use a little work on the roof and lawn, but other then that it looked pretty nice and well taken care of.
"Maybe this is the best he can do," Ringo said, "You know, if 'e's so old."
"Or maybe 'e's just lonely." Paul suggested.
"And how do you figure that one out?" John asked.
"Well-" Paul began.
"I know what Paul means!" Ringo interrupted, "The old man wants people to come visit 'im!"
"And this is a sneaky way of doin' it," George added, "Writing up a bunch of nonsense so people will have to go to him."
"There's nothing sneaky about it," said Paul, "I think 'e seems like a nice old man, I've waved to him a couple times."
"Everyone waves at you, Paul." George said sternly.
John laughed, while Ringo tried not to.
"Enough of that!" Paul said, "I'm goin' to visit that man, and you three can do whatever you want."
Paul rose from his seat and began walking toward the door. Turning around, he found that his band mates had gotten up from their seats, too.
"Well?" Paul asked.
"When the judge stands, we all stand." John said in a sarcastic tone.
"We thought we'd come with you," Ringo offered, trying to avoid a fight.
"Very well, then," Paul said as he opened the door.
With that, the four of them headed off in the direction of the old man's house.
"This is it," Paul said, as he and the others looked at the old house.
The Beatles walked up to the front door, and Paul rang the bell.
"I hope no one's home," John mumbled to himself.
"Shush!" Paul warned.
Just then the door opened. The person on the other side was indeed a little old man. Most of his hair was gone, but not his personality.
"Hello there!" He said kindly, "Won't you come in?"
"Thank you," Paul said, as he, John, George and Ringo stepped inside.
"I'm so glad I have some company!" The man said happily, "Please sit down. Anywhere is fine."
The Beatles found themselves on an old sofa, while the man sat down in an old armchair.
"What can I do for you boys?" He asked eagerly.
"Well, we just thought we'd come and see you," Paul replied.
"We heard you were selling some things," Ringo said.
"That's right." The man said back, "I've got all kinds of things around here. Stuff I don't need anymore."
"Tell us about this dresser!" John said, "I read all about it in the newspaper!"
"Yes, tell us about some of your things, Mr-" Paul started, but then realized he didn't know the man's name.
"Mr. Kite!" The man answered, "Terry James Kite!"
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kite. My name is Paul McCartney, and these are my band mates, John Lennon, Ringo Starr and George Harrison."
"Pleased to meet you boys," Mr. Kite said, "Band mates? You're in a band?"
"We are the band!" John replied, causing Mr. Kite to let out a laugh.
"We're The Beatles," Paul said.
Mr. Kite nodded his head, and then said; "Mr. Starr. I like that name."
"Oh, thank you," Ringo said quietly.
"Tell us more about yourself, Mr. Kite," said Paul.
"How old are you?" asked John, receiving a kick from Paul.
"Seventy-four." Mr. Kite replied.
"That's all?!" John said back.
"Yep. That's all. How old are you, John?"
"Twenty-four." John answered.
"Twenty-four?!" The old man questioned, "That old?!"
Everyone, including John, laughed at Mr. Kite's quick comeback.
To Be Continued....
Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite
"For sale: Large dresser with six drawers." read John, "Well that tells me a lot!"
"This one's even better," George started, "For sale: Lamp with a shade."
"I think I've got the best one," Ringo said, "For sale: Table."
"Are you guys readin' the classified again?" Paul asked.
"We can't help it," Ringo replied, "Curiosity, that's all."
"What fool is selling this stuff?!" John snapped, "And what fool is going to buy it?!"
Paul took the newspaper away from his band mates and looked at the addresses.
"Just as I thought," he began, "It's the same person sellin' all this stuff."
John grabbed back from Paul and read. George glanced over, too.
"That person lives around 'ere, y'know." George stated.
Upon looking at the address again, Paul remembered the house. He and the others had gone past it many times before. They had seen, but never spoken to, the owner, an older man living by himself. It was a small house, and could use a little work on the roof and lawn, but other then that it looked pretty nice and well taken care of.
"Maybe this is the best he can do," Ringo said, "You know, if 'e's so old."
"Or maybe 'e's just lonely." Paul suggested.
"And how do you figure that one out?" John asked.
"Well-" Paul began.
"I know what Paul means!" Ringo interrupted, "The old man wants people to come visit 'im!"
"And this is a sneaky way of doin' it," George added, "Writing up a bunch of nonsense so people will have to go to him."
"There's nothing sneaky about it," said Paul, "I think 'e seems like a nice old man, I've waved to him a couple times."
"Everyone waves at you, Paul." George said sternly.
John laughed, while Ringo tried not to.
"Enough of that!" Paul said, "I'm goin' to visit that man, and you three can do whatever you want."
Paul rose from his seat and began walking toward the door. Turning around, he found that his band mates had gotten up from their seats, too.
"Well?" Paul asked.
"When the judge stands, we all stand." John said in a sarcastic tone.
"We thought we'd come with you," Ringo offered, trying to avoid a fight.
"Very well, then," Paul said as he opened the door.
With that, the four of them headed off in the direction of the old man's house.
"This is it," Paul said, as he and the others looked at the old house.
The Beatles walked up to the front door, and Paul rang the bell.
"I hope no one's home," John mumbled to himself.
"Shush!" Paul warned.
Just then the door opened. The person on the other side was indeed a little old man. Most of his hair was gone, but not his personality.
"Hello there!" He said kindly, "Won't you come in?"
"Thank you," Paul said, as he, John, George and Ringo stepped inside.
"I'm so glad I have some company!" The man said happily, "Please sit down. Anywhere is fine."
The Beatles found themselves on an old sofa, while the man sat down in an old armchair.
"What can I do for you boys?" He asked eagerly.
"Well, we just thought we'd come and see you," Paul replied.
"We heard you were selling some things," Ringo said.
"That's right." The man said back, "I've got all kinds of things around here. Stuff I don't need anymore."
"Tell us about this dresser!" John said, "I read all about it in the newspaper!"
"Yes, tell us about some of your things, Mr-" Paul started, but then realized he didn't know the man's name.
"Mr. Kite!" The man answered, "Terry James Kite!"
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kite. My name is Paul McCartney, and these are my band mates, John Lennon, Ringo Starr and George Harrison."
"Pleased to meet you boys," Mr. Kite said, "Band mates? You're in a band?"
"We are the band!" John replied, causing Mr. Kite to let out a laugh.
"We're The Beatles," Paul said.
Mr. Kite nodded his head, and then said; "Mr. Starr. I like that name."
"Oh, thank you," Ringo said quietly.
"Tell us more about yourself, Mr. Kite," said Paul.
"How old are you?" asked John, receiving a kick from Paul.
"Seventy-four." Mr. Kite replied.
"That's all?!" John said back.
"Yep. That's all. How old are you, John?"
"Twenty-four." John answered.
"Twenty-four?!" The old man questioned, "That old?!"
Everyone, including John, laughed at Mr. Kite's quick comeback.
To Be Continued....
