Oli and Ali
were two brothers that lived in a small town.
Ali was the elder and wiser of the two.
Oli was the younger more likeable one.
They grew up in a little house with
four elder siblings and two parents.
Their family was considered large and their parents were often given
strange looks and glances when they were on a family outing with their army of
children.
The two brothers grew up in the same
room and the same bunkbed. Oli was on
the bottom which was unfortunate because Ali was fat and the bed was constantly
groaning under his immense weight, leading Oli to believe he would surely be
crushed in his sleep and die. Much
emotional trauma came from this.
As they grew older Ali became less
fat, as did Oli which was impressive seeing how skinny he already was. Oli grew taller almost to the extent that he
was the tallest in the family (he still might, he’s not done growing yet. Beware brother Allan, beware.) Ali wasn’t as tall, but he was more
muscular. Oli wasn’t muscular at all and
rather looked like a thin stick. Not
just a stick, a thin stick.
Oli did have the curly hair
though. That made up for it somewhat
until all the womenfolk began touching it and rubbing it and petting it.
“Can I touch your hair?” they would
ask
Oli being the gentleman he was,
screamed no and fled for his life with a crowd of stampeding women after
him. Ali’s muscle came in very handy
here as he stepped in front of the parading women (much like stepping in front
of a charging rhinoceros) and held out his hand.
They seeing his muscles stopped dead in their tracks. After that incident Oli debated going bald,
but decided to just cut the majority of it off.
He didn’t really want to look like a white Megamind.
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