The fat dream

Yes... I know it had been eons since i touched this blog but heck... I am really very busy until now. Well, At least this is something new RIGHT? Anyway, I decided to participate in the competition in SP. It is called "the fat dream". So the theme of this story is the fat dream. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

THAT BOY NAMED JACK

Good day to you all. I am rocky 911. Do not mind my poor appearance of an old ragged soft toy or my strange name. Perhaps I am still cute in your eyes like what a teddy bear is meant to be. But today, I am not going to talk about myself but instead, of this young lad whom I found rather fascinating. He got me when he was a mere four or five years old and I became his best buddy. That young boy was named Jack.

You see, Jack was not really good looking and neither was he really thin. He was rather plump really and had such a queer attitude. No doubt he got his nickname, “The Fat Weirdo”. He had strange little speeches like wanting to dream fat. Usually people would say they would want to dream big. However, in his case, he wanted to dream fat. I was thinking that he should be saying that he had a fat dream. Many people told him that. His parents, his teachers and his taunting classmates corrected him many times. Why would he shake his head so vigorously and say “NO!”?

Then later, I would hear him muttering, “They don’t understand.” Maybe it was because he loved to eat. I did not really understand what he meant by dreaming fat until he explained them to me. However, he told me to keep it a secret which I had kept until now. So what was his fat dream? He wanted to become someone people could believe in, like Oprah Winfrey. It could be any job, a chef, an actor, anything. So why did he say “I want to dream fat” and not “big”? We should see this in the later part of my telling.

I saw Jack grow up. Not really alone, he had a few precious friends who understood him. I saw him slowly eating the pain of being called an underdog and a useless brat. I saw him eating away rather deliciously over the good times he had. I saw Jack slowly cooking a plot and ate that plot to see if it really tasted good. Many times he would wince painfully and swallow rather reluctantly or he would rub his stomach and lick his lips. I saw him tried new recipes of many different styles like gardening or sewing. Basically, anything he could get his hands on. Sometimes I had seen him trim down sadly and sometimes I had seen him getting fatter, full of pride. But after all those times of eating, I had seen him go higher and higher up the ladder of success, refusing to give up in every step he made. When at last he found what he wanted to do, I saw him swell not with pride but the happiness of all those times. Jack became a chef who cooked wondrous meals for the rich and gave nutritious food for the poor. Maybe he could not make a large scale of people believe in him immediately, but slowly and surely, he would with every bite that he took.

I remember how he explained to me about dreaming fat. You see, dreaming big could have some errors in it. A dream may seem to be big on the outside but has nothing inside. Having a fat dream did not really mean you will accomplish it. It was just like having a fat dream. However, to dream fat, there is substance in it. Everything that you had gone through, everything that you took in is what makes you today. When Jack said that he wanted to dream fat, it was because he wanted the dream to come true. Strange isn’t it? That such a small child that he was had thought about it that way.

There was a girlfriend that Jack brought over one day. She brought a little friend along. That friend was a cute little soft toy bunny called Chaddy. She was really a nice sweet gentle creature. Chaddy asked me once,” Jack is a really nice guy, but don’t you think he is a little fat?”

And I replied to the very confused bunny,” Nah… His dream is fatter.”