A father had a very rowdy son
He would never listen to his father, always disobeying rules, and being rebellious at every chance. The father often told the boy, “You should be more respectful of others”, to no avail as his words fell on deaf ears. His pranks were, quite frankly, annoying to the neighbours, but what did the son care as long as he got a good laugh?
This went on for many months, and the frustrated neighbours (and the teen’s father) decided one day they’d had enough. They came together to try and teach him a lesson, brainstorming plan after plan, yet even the most well thought out plans could not stop the boy in his tracks. Whether it was skill, sheer luck, or even divine intervention, was debated regularly, often with many exasperated sighs and shouts.
However, one day the son was nowhere to be found. The neighbours enjoyed their peace, but his father was incredibly anxious – where was his son?
Exhausted and weary, the father returned home after spending the day fruitlessly searching for his son, and sat down at his dining table, where he found a strange wax figurine. A note beside it read, “Let me be frank, your son played a prank, told me I stank, then he called me a crank. I am a witch, so I decided to switch, your sons body and soul, for this form where he has no control.”
Upon realising the fate of his son, the father cried for several days before stopping and reluctantly accepting it. He said, morosely, “At least now he’s a model citizen.”