The Old Man and The Cake
(There is one show of violence, but remember, this is in Minecraft and things can respawn.)

Chapter 1
Knock Knock!
It was a snowy morning in Minecraftia and, a particular grumpy old man has just woken up from a deep slumber of cozy dreams and thoughts by a knock on his rusty old wooden door attached to his down-in-the-dumps lopsided house. Greatly irritated by having to wake up on such a lousy day, he slowly got up, grabbed his splintery stone cane, and went to check who it was disturbing him. Knock! Knock!
Now extremely angry, the old man started screaming at the person knocking at the door.
"Don't you know how old men walk, you shaggy buffoon?!"
As he tumbled past the kitchen, he checked the clock.
"11:36 AM? Who gets up at this time!"
He once again shouted in his elderly voice. He was so much infuriated, that steam was practically shooting out of his ears. He made another stop on his long journey to the front door, this time at the loo. He grasped his dentures, put them in his mouth, and staggered out of the bathroom. The front door was six steps away. Suddenly, Knock! Knock! Knock!
The elderly being made his last steps toward the front door, and unlocked it. Carefully, he opened the door with a Creeeeeak! Outside, was a pizza delivery man.
"Here is your pizza, sir."
The young man kindly told the grumpy old man. The elder's face was turning red with fury.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I JUST WOKE UP TO WALK ALL OF THE WAY TO THE FRONT DOOR, JUST SO I COULD LOOK AT SOME PIZZA THAT I DIDN'T EVEN ORDER?!"
The old man spat at the young delivery man. In a swift movement, the grump slammed the door in the pizza deliverer's face.

Chapter 2
The next morning, the snow was even worse. The town looked like it was covered by a thick, heavy white blanket. The old man slipped on his jacket, boots, earmuffs, and woolen pants. He grabbed his cane, and walked to the kitchen. He checked the clock. 6:58 PM. Now that was more like it. He hobbled his way to the bathroom, put in his dentures, and pulled on his hood as he tried to open the door. The door was jammed with snow. The old man put all of his weight onto the door, and managed to push all of the snow away. Now, he could go on his normal route that he follows every morning of every day. Climbing over the mound of shining snow, he pulled his back.
"Dangnabbit!"
He started yelling swear words at the snow. After a few minutes, the neighbors started to stare.
"What are ya'll looking at, you goons?"
He remarked. Cracking his back back into place, he continued on his trail. Next, he entered a trail next to a creepy whispering forest with soot-black wood that gave everyone a scare, except the grump. A few yards down the pebbly, rough trail, a group of troublesome kid-Minecrafters jumped out of the thorny bushes, and tried to scare the old man.
"Boo!"
All four of them shouted. When the old man replied with a snort and laugh,
"Nothin' scares me around this part of town, only your tiny faces."
Insulted, the four kids all threw rotten chicken eggs at him. The old man did not want to deal with this crummy hospitality today, so he pulled out his diamond sword, and beheaded each of the four kids. (They would spawn at their houses anyway) After looting the rest of the rotten eggs for his lunch, the old man continued on his daily route and something started to smell. He looked at the a group of leafy bushes on the right of him, and he spotted a skunk.
"Get out of here, ye' punk!"
The old man almost threw up at the smell. Instead of going away, the skunk sprayed the old man with the awful stench.
"Dang it, you menace!"
He tried to hit the skunk with his cane, but he was too slow to catch such a fast creature.

Chapter 3
At the end of the twirling, weird forest trail, he entered the city. As he was passing the grand house with all of the luxury items and chest-fulls of diamonds, he spotted each of the four kids inside the house, eating cake. He observed the kids. They were joyful, happy, and exited, just as his crummy life had once been. At the sight of the old man, the kids quickly sprinted outside, and offered the old man a piece of cake. This was a generous offer, and he started suspecting this as a trick, but he would have to deal with it anyways. So, he took a bite. Childhood memories came flooding back, from the times when he used to be like them. Good times!
"Kids... I do not know how to thank you for being so nice. I was so mean to you all for the last year!"
"you do not have to thank us"
The kids said kindly.
"This is a gift, from us, to you."
Said one of the kids.
The kids politely invited the wobbly, wrinkly old man to come inside and finish the cake with them.Soon, the old man changed his ways, and started being kind to all creatures, and made friends with almost everyone.

The End.
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