The Story of the Angry President

Once upon a time, there was a man who was always ANGRY.

“How beautiful! The sun is shining!” Said his neighbor pointing at the blue sky.

“SHUT UP!” The ANGRY man screamed.

“This beautiful baby is smiling at you, isn't she lovely?” The cashier told him while he was buying groceries.

“GRRR!” Whispered the ANGRY man.

“You got mail!” The mailman joyously announced.

“I HATE ENVELOPES!” Shouted the ANGRY man as he tore all the letters he had just received into a million pieces without even reading them.

Nothing could cheer the ANGRY man up, so he went online and started sharing all of his ANGRY thoughts.

“BLUE SKIES ARE HORRIBLE!” He typed on his computer.

“SMILING BABIES ARE UGLY!!!” He continued on his phone.

“STOP SENDING ME MAIL!” He wrote on his iPad.

The more the man typed, the angrier he became. Soon, his anger became so big that many other people got ANGRY too. And they too started typing.

“MY DOG STINKS!” A sweaty teenager typed on her computer.

“PIZZA IS AWFUL!” A man with a grey goatee wrote on his phone.

“BIRDS ARE STUPID!” A blonde woman yelled at a man who was peacefully watching a woodpecker in Central Park.

The more those people typed, the angrier they became. At one point, their anger got too big for their pockets, and too heavy for their backpacks.

“WE NEED BIG HOUSES ‘CAUSE WE DON’T KNOW WHERE TO FIT OUR ANGER ANYMORE!” Typed those ANGRY people on all the devices they could find.

“MAKE ME PRESIDENT!” The ANGRY man typed back “AND I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HOUSE YOU’VE EVER SEEN!”

“HOW BIG?!” Typed the ANGRY people.

“IT WILL BE GIGANTIC, SO WE CAN ALL MOVE THERE AND JUST BE MAD ALL THE TIME!” He replied.

When the time for new elections came, the ANGRY people voted for the ANGRY man, he became an ANGRY President and went to live in a huge house where Presidents live.

“Aren’t you happy?” A journalist asked, “You get to live in this big house as long as you're President!”

“I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY!” The ANGRY President shouted storming out of the room.

Time went by, and the ANGRY President was so ANGRY that he never invited anyone else in his big house. He wandered the halls, and every day he tried to stuff every little space he found with his anger. He glued his anger behind old paintings, he filled beautiful vases with it and dug holes in the garden so he could bury it there too.