It was time for everyone to go to their homes, however, the little jester tried to rush in people's houses to make them laugh again. Of course that it was disturbing everyone, but the little guy didn't know. He lived his entire life in the forest and learning to speak from nomads that passed by.
He got tired, he slept.
The next morning he continued. People started to get really upset, they weren't smiling anymore, that made the jester sad. He tried harder, he kept doing the same over and over again, everyone was mad, they wanted to get that little annoying thing out of the way, they kicked him, they pushed him back, they banned him from the village.
The little jester was special. He never knew why he could feel so warm every cold night, that bonfire made him remember some of his forgotten past. The villagers did not know, he was more than a little boy.
He was so depressed. He became mad, he ran back to the village to get his revenge, he wanted to burn everything, he wanted to kill everyone, make them suffer from his pain. He threw his fire to every house and building he could find, he wanted to get rid of every people in that village.
All the guards ran to him and threatened him. He was alone. No one was on his side, he couldn't move anymore. He was cooler than ever was, he couldn't set a tiny fire. He felt like drowning in ice water, choking...
He rose and ran away, he grabbed everything he could find in his way and went back to the forest.
He was sad. He just wanted to make friends. He never knew why people got upset with him. He knew nothing.
He looked at what he took from the village: A rope, a bucket, and a piece of cloth.
He climbed to the tallest tree he could find. He tied the rope in the nearest branch e could find. He wrapped the other edge around his neck, cleaned the tears off his face, put the bucked on his head and jumped.
One day he was a cheerfull little jester. Today he's just a forgotten body in the forest.
End of Part 1.
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