THE LITTLE BOY WHO DIDN'T HAVE ANY NERVES
Once upon a time there was a little boy who didn't
have any nerves. His name was Rochester. He was just born without any nerves.
The doctors had said that it was just a freak, one in a million chance,
the result of certain abnormal chemical reactions in his body before he
was born. There was nothing to be done about it.
As a result of Rochester's condition, he was completely
apathetic about life and about everything. He didn't enjoy all the normal
things that all the other little children would do for fun, like vandalizing
public property and setting people's houses aflame and that sort of thing.
While all the other little children were enjoying themselves, Rochester
would be vandalizing public property and setting people's houses aflame
in utter indifference. On the other hand though, Rochester's lack of nerves
made it so he felt no pain. None at all. This helped Rochester out quite
a bit because all the other children had a tendency to beat him bloody
with wooden mallets every time they saw him. They resented Rochester because
he was the only child in the entire neighborhood who didn't speak in pidgin
English, and so they took out their anger on him. Every day, Rochester
would be beaten within inches of his life but he never felt a thing and
didn't care any how.
Later, when Rochester got a little older, he got
an apprenticeship at old Doc Greenblattís wax works museum. He quickly
became the greatest wax works apprentice ever because he could stick 
his
face into vats of molten wax for hours at a time without it affecting his
wax works production one bit. Soon he was even managing the museum even
better then old Doc Greenblatt himself. And when old Doc retired Rochester
took over the business. His skills and wisdom brought in millions and millions
of dollars within one year of old Docís retirement. Rochester had become
one of the wealthiest men in the United States of America. He owned all
kinds of cars and swimming pools and gold watches and stuff like that.
Who wouldn't be pleased in a situation like that? But alas, poor Rochester,
despite his many cars and swimming pools and gold watches and stuff, was
still indifferent to life and everything else.