I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

One weekend, I visited the manager in charge of the industry and workers. For a little bribe.


"I have a proposition for you, James," I told him. He was a selfish man who loved money. A lot.


"I want you to add something odd that'll change the taste of our products to the milk that is being delivered to the industry."


"Anything that will drive away customers. That will cause a great loss to the company."


"You want something that will ruin the business?"


"Then you need to give me something, buddy."


"I know," I took out a plastic bag full with thirty thousand dollars and gave it to him. His face brightened when he saw the amount.


"Keep putting it in the milk, whatever you're gonna be putting, until I ask you to stop."


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