THE DEATH OF A RUMOUR-MONGER!
He had an endearing pet name when he
was alive which I must not take for fear of waking the dead!
A
rounded kind face was the perfect masquerade for his malevolent heart. He also
had a roomy tummy and thus looked like a snowman from a distance but he never
could remain silent. The buzz started no sooner anyone reached near him and his
words seldom expired until they circulated through no less than hundred ears! He
was very crafty in creating rumours!
He
reacted to his crowd very well. Sometimes he was excited and racy with his
words and at other times, he hobbled with simulated disinterest but he always
was cent percent committed in fuelling his story for the longest relay of mouth-to-ear
trotting! The evolution of a gleam in his eyes was in response to the gradual
changeover of reactions in his audience. The usual sequence was of startled
distrust with exclamations but with anticipation for more and then heightening
interest, which became all-consuming, and soon the recitation banked on a
flip-flop from the domain of skepticism to something from the gospels! The
trick was that the sensational lie was always at last celebrated! The trickster’s
slick tongue never failed while the reputation of many people nose-dived!
He
was a compulsive rumour-monger till he died in his late twenties because his
malevolent heart broke. A heart attack at his age is otherwise unheard of!
This is Eric Cartman from South Park, who has nothing to do with this story except that our guy resembles him physically!
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