I was going to post this on the 30th, but...
Ready for bed, luv? Ok I'll tell you a story, but don't wake me up if you have nightmares.
There once was a boy named Jack who lived with his mother. His mom was poor, but she managed to get by on her meager earnings. One Sunday evening, she sent Jack to the store with some of the last of her wages to pick up a nice bit of liver for dinner. She told Jack
that any leftover money he could have to get a toy, or something else he wanted.
On the way to the store, Jack passed a store with a toy he really wanted displayed in the window. When he saw the price, he realized that he couldn't afford the toy and still get the liver his mom wanted. Jack was not a smart boy, but he was clever. He bought the
toy, and took a circuitous path back to his house, Making a side trip by the local mortuary. While at the mortuary, he grabbed the liver out of an unattended cadaver, wrapped it up, and took it home to his mom.
That night, his mom served up some very nice liver, and raved on and on about how good it was, and what a good boy Jack was. Jack, who didn't each much that night, accepted the compliments and went to bed early so he could play with his new toy.
The following Sunday evening, His mother made the same arrangement with Jack, and again, as he passed the toy store, he saw another toy he wanted. Again, he spent his dinner money to get the toy, and then retrieved another fresh liver from a waiting cadaver.
His mom was enthralled with the liver, claiming it was the best she had ever had, better than last week's offering. Jack again went to bed to play with his toy.
A third Sunday and the same things happened again. Jack went to bed early to play with his toy, and then, after his mom went to her late night job, he drifted off to sleep. He woke up in the early morning to footsteps coming up the stairs. At first he thought it was his mom, and then he heard the voice.
"Jack, I'm on the first step, Jack I want my liver."
More steps on the steps. Jack thought he was dreaming, but the voice came again.
"Jack, I'm on the second step, Jack I want my liver."
Jack now cowered under his bed as the footsteps continued to ascend.
"Jack, I'm on the third step, Jack I want my liver."
Good night love, sleep well. And turn out the light.
Now, to properly tell this story, you have to reach out and grab the listener when you hit the “GOT IT!”