Wow I am very bored.

Hey kid I'm a cool old man. Wanna play some games?

Okay.

    (Exposition) Once upon a time in the far-off lands of 'USA,' there was a village known as 'McFarland.' Here in this village were many families, some big and small, and one of them were the 'Watsons.' 

    On this day, Johnny Watson was outside, having fun with himself. It was a very boring day for Johnny, all of his friends were very busy. "Hey there kiddo," Johnny looked up, "let's play a game." An old, grey-haired man was standing in front of him, holding a board in his shaky hands. Johnny stared at him for a few minutes, he couldn't believe what he had just heard! "Yippie!" cried Johnny, "What is it? What is it? What is it?!" He tugged on the man's sleeves, jumping up and down like a seesaw. "A short game of chess." replied the old man, his face grinning when he sat down. Johnny didn't know what chess was, but he was glad he found someone to play with!

You stink.

    "Okay son," the wrinkly man pulled out an old, dusty notebook from his pocket, "here are the rules, so listen very carefully, blah blah blah blah..." Johnny stared at the old man, his ears closed off. All he could hear was mumbo jumbo coming from the old man's mouth. Reading and listening was really boring anyways, thought Johnny, he could just learn while playing! "Got all of that?" asked the man, closing the pocketbook, "Mhm!" nodded Johnny, "Ready!" 

    Thump! Clunk! Plop! Pieces slid across the board from one tile to the next. Johnny had no idea what he was doing. "This is no fair!" Johnny pouted, "I don't wanna play no more!" The grey-haired man grinned, then laughed at the young boy. Johnny's face reddened, and then he grabbed the board and threw it at the man's face! "I'm going home! You smell!" whined Johnny as he ran away back home. 

Waaagh.

*Knocking sounds*

    (Rising action) Bang! Johnny slammed the door shut, his eyes watery. His parents, Aiden and Mary Watson, were sitting at the kitchen table. "What's wrong? What happened? Where were you?" Johnny's parents questioned him, but all he wanted to do was to go to bed. 

    Click! Johnny locked his bedroom's door and fell onto bed, pillow covering his head. The sun was still out, but he didn't care. His mom and dad were knocking on his door, but he didn't care. All he could think about was that he lost. He hated it. So then he began to close his eyes, eventually going to sleep in the sunlight filled room. 

    Many stars showed up in the now black and blue sky as day turned to night. Johnny was still fast asleep, and so too were his parents. But then... Crash! The window broke into a million pieces as a bright white light awoke Johnny from his sleep. 

L.

Hey kid want some-

    "BoOoOo!" screeched the spirits, "We've come to help you-" "Shut up," Johnny replied, "go away." The three figures just stood there, floating. "But don't you-" "No, stupid." Johnny was not in the mood, so they left through the same broken window they came from. 

    "Are you hungry dear?" The smell of mouth-watering plum pies filled the kitchen. Johnny was very hungry, especially since he had not eaten for the whole day yesterday. "Here, have some." He reached out for plum pie, his hands shaking and nose running. "Tsk! Tsk! Not yet young man!" Mom slid the pie away from him and into a corner. "Tell me what happened yesterday, mkay?" Steam was blowing out of Johnny's ears. He didn't want to talk about it. He did the next best thing he could think of. Splat! Black, purple, and yellow goo was all over Mom's face, tray sliding down. 

Ruh Roh.

OUT!!!

    "OUT! OUT NOW!" Johnny had really done it now. He couldn't go back home now. So he walked. And walked. And walked. Then, when he looked up from the ground, Johnny could see that he was now in the village's marketplace. Tents, crates, people, anything and everything was everywhere here. 

    "Hey you!" Johnny's eyes widened. "You're finally awake! Think you can help me out?" This was not good, Johnny thought. He didn't want to help anyone, not now! But he was in public, so he did his best to look friendly. He nodded his head, "Great! Here, grab some of these and let's go!" Johnny saw what the man was pointing at, some crates of apples. 

    "Say, Johnny," the man asked, "what happened yesterday? You were running away-" "No." "What?" Johnny's face frowned. Not again! He looked up at the man. His face was red and his hands were shaking, holding on to the crate of apples. "You okay there buddy?" 

Take this!!!

Ouchies.

    "I HATE YOU!" yelled Johnny, "Get away from me!" The crate of apples fell to the ground with a loud thud!  "Take this!" Johnny grabbed an apple from the pile and threw it at the man. Bloop! Blab! Plop! Apples went everywhere, hitting the man's face, arms, legs, anything.

    "Oof!" the man cried, "What's wrong with you?!" Johnny only stood there. Then, he walked up to the man and pushed him down at the stomach. The man fell and yelled as Johnny ran away from the marketplace. Johnny ran as fast as he could out of town. He couldn't go back. He had nowhere else to go to but the forests. 

    It was always a beautiful day in McFarland, birds chirping, flowers blooming, and a young little boy was running through the trees. Johnny couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. His eyes were watery as he kept running deeper into the woods.

Waaaagh.

OOga booga.

    (Climax) Huff! Puff! Gasp! Johnny didn't know where he was at anymore. Just that he was far, far from home. All he could see was green. "BoOoOo!" Johnny remembered where that came from. He looked up into the sky and saw the same three bright objects heading towards him. "We've come back to help you! Again! And this time you can't say no!" 

    Johnny only stared at the three figures. He knew that he couldn't do anything now. "Oh, right. Let us introduce ourselves!" they cleared their throats, "We're the three very mysterious spirits of Hinduism, Islam, and another religion all combined!" Johnny had no idea what a religion was. "What's that?" "Don't worry about it. All you have to do is listen, mkay?" Johnny nodded. He didn't have much of a choice anyways. He was in the middle of nowhere. He was lost. 

Blah blah religion blah blah

    "We know what you did." the spirits frowned, "And that's alright! You just need a little lesson!" They then pulled out a dusty old book from nowhere and opened it. Another book to read and listen to, thought Johnny. "So, a religion is pretty much a group of people that believe a set of thoughts or in someone, especially a god." "Oh, I know now!" 

    "Mhm, and Hinduism is one of them!" They flipped a few pages. Hinduism says that people want happiness, but that they try to get it through the wrong ways (Smith 18-20). People only care about themselves when they want power or money or both (Smith 18-19). So in the end, nobody is happy!" Johnny looked down and thought about himself. "Anyways, it is said that in everyone is a soul, and that after we die we are born into a new body (Merryman). Hinduism follows like a class system, and you either rise up or down based on your actions in your past life, often called 'karma' (Merryman)."

Blah blah more religion blah blah

*Snoring sounds*

    "The final goal for all Hindus is to reach God and to be with him in the afterlife (Smith 26). So if they keep getting 'bad' karma, then they will never reach God as they keep being rebirthed (Dimock et al.). There are many paths to God called 'yoga's,' where it's mostly about moving away from the idea of 'yourself' (Smith 27). One example would be 'karma yoga which is about doing your job and not caring about the rewards to become closer to God (Smith 33). 

    Johnny couldn't believe what he was hearing, but before he could say something the spirits turned a couple more pages. "Next is another religion called Islam. The people of Islam follow something like a path called the 'Five Pillars of Islam' (Smith 160). Some of them say that 'Allah' is the only one real god while others talk about giving money to the poor (Smith 162). Islam puts an especially big focus on giving and helping the poor and those in need (Schimmel et al.)."