Monkey Writing

There once was a boy named Harold who had a lot on his plate so he ate it, and then he fancied something to drink, the problem was is that it never really panned out that way.

You see Harold couldn't find the drink that he was so desperately after, someone must have drunk it he thought. This made Harold angry so he decided to go in search of whoever drunk his favourite drink.

He went upstairs and asked Henry. Henry assured Harold that it was not him as he doesn't even know what his favourite drink is, to which Harold replied "well how do you know you didn't drink it, if you don't know what my favourite drink is to begin with?".

Henry said, "you have a point there Harold, maybe I did drink it, but if I did it was by accident so what are you going to do about it?"

At this point Harold got a pen from Henry's desk and stabbed him in the face.

The end