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When I was a little boy, about the age of 5, my grandparents told me a story that I loved. It was called, "A Game of Chess." I wanted to tell me it all the time, and I thought you'd be interested.
Apparently, my
Here it is, but the way my grandparents told me it.
==The Story==
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In Western times- the way the outlaws settled things was a simple game of chess. Whoever lost was shot in the head, and their body was dissimbered - and buried outside the courtyard.▼
▲In Western times- the way the outlaws settled things was a simple game of chess. Whoever lost was shot in the head, and their body was
That was when, Pete Wester - a dastardly outlaw came into the small town. He played the sheriff in a game of chess. They had agreed that whoever lost had to hand over the town, and whoever won kept his town. They started playing, and the outlaw made a great move.
The sheriff didn't know what move to make. He then did a horrible move - and lost. The outlaw won and got the town, and the sheriff was shot.
==The Point==
The point of the story is that do not accept any challenge. That's what I think. The reason is because, the sheriff was foolish enough to accept the challenge.
What I do not like about the story is that the good guy lost, and I think that teaches something else. Something way, way more graphic then is ment to be thought. Surely, when I asked my
"Well, t-the point of that story is to not be so foolish. If you are, then you'll accept any challenge. The scary part is that this happened when I was a kid, and that sheriff... he was my dad,"
==The Ending==
I was shocked about how my dad's dad had gotten shot. I cringed when I know looked it up. The following night, I got in bed.
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"Listen, son." my dad had said. "My gun wound is right on my arm, right here."
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