The Hungarian Librarian.

Yesterday while brushing my teeth I got an idea for a short story. Here it is.

The Hungarian Librarian.

Bob was a man from Hungary, he enjoyed books and wished to work in a library and so he got a job there.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian.

Bob usually liked to be on the other side of popular opinion. Whatever was in, he disliked it.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian Contrarian.

Sometimes, on alternate weekends, Bob would join up with his friends and sack villages for loot and plunder.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian Contrarian Barbarian.

Bob didn't like meat and ate nothing but vegetables.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian Contrarian Barbarian Vegetarian.

Bob loved animals and sometimes volunteered at a local vet where he was certified to treat animals.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian Contrarian Barbarian Vegetarian Veterinarian.

While bob often looted and sacked villages, he never hurt anyone and donated much of the profits to local charities.

Bob was a Hungarian Librarian Contrarian Barbarian Vegetarian Veterinarian Humanitarian.

And so, he spent his whole life working at a libary, volunteering at a vet, sacking villages, donating to local charities, eating veggies and treating sick animals until he became Bob the Hungarian Librarian Contrarian Barbarian Vegetarian Veterinarian Humanitarian Centenarian.

The End.

I'm not sure what it means that I wrote that, perhaps that I need to up the dosage of my meds.