Mr Gay
This is the story of Mr Gay.
Mr Gay lives in a house called Stonewall Cottage, in the middle of a forest in Bigotland.
Now, you may think that the Mr. Men are interested in girls. This might happen to young boys when they get older. And you may know already that some of the Mr Men have Little Miss girlfriends. But you may be in for a surprise.
Mr Gay wasn't interested in girls at all! Not even a little bit.
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Well, you may know, or may not know, Bigotland can be a very horrible place to live indeed, if you happen to be someone the people there don't like. You're either very very liked, or very very disliked!
Now, Mr Gay was usually a happy sort of a person, but as soon as he met anyone else from Bigotland, Mr Gay would become very unhappy indeed!
Why was that? I'll tell you.
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For example. When Mr Gay collects his post from Mr. Parcel the postman, all of his letters and packages are usually left outside in a puddle. And some of the letters he receives from people are not so nice either!
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For example. When Mr Gay walks into town, passers by shout abuse at him.
"You disgusting man!" shouted old Mr Cap.
"Ha ha, look at him! He's revolting!" laughed a group of teenagers.
"People like you are not normal!" remarked Mrs Handbag.
He even got spat on! How horrible is that? You wouldn't like to be spat on.
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For example. When he arrived in town, he was treated differently to other people.
He saw Mrs Mummy pull her son close to her, muttering something to him about keeping away from people like Mr Gay.
Mr Baguette the baker would not even talk to him, or even look him in the eye!
Mr Flour the grocer huffed, puffed and shook his head when he came in to buy some eggs.
And Mr. Sausage the butcher, chased him out of the shop with his meat cleaver!
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A very miserable Mr Gay decided to make his way home, looking very unhappy indeed. And then, on his way home to Stonewall Cottage, one very nasty man tripped him over!
Breaking all his eggs!
"We don't want your sort here!" shouted the nasty man as he walked away.
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At home, Mr Gay sat and cried. And cried some more. And thought. And had an idea.
"I think I'll have a little holiday." he thought.
He picked up the phone and called his cousin, Mr. Happy, who said he would be delighted for him to come over.
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Mr Gay took the next coach to Happyland and soon after, he arrived at Mr Happy's house. Mr Gay went inside, and they talked and talked over cups of tea and biscuits.
Mr Happy had an idea, "You really don't deserve to be alone in this world. Maybe you could look for a partner!"
Mr Gay looked puzzled. "A partner? You really think so? But I don't know anyone else like me!"
Mr Happy smiled and replied, "I know some other people who feel the same way as you do. How about I arrange some dates for you?"
And Mr Gay said, "I would love that!"
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So, Mr Happy arranged for Mr Gay to go on his first date, at the Swank Restaurant in Happyland.
Mr Fussy arrived to meet Mr Gay. But this evening was a bit embarrassing, to say the least!
Mr Fussy immediately corrected Mr Gay's tie, moaned to the waiter about how dirty the table was (and the cutlery) and didn't stop complaining about the food!
Needless to say, Mr Gay didn't enjoy this date at all!
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Mr Gay also went on a date with Mr Chatterbox at the Swank, who was a pleasant sort of a chap, right up until the point when he opened his mouth.
"Wow, this really is a nice place, or should I say, a nice restaurant. I love restaurants, I do, and this really looks a very top notch place. I read all of the reviews before I came here, a lot of them do say the food is really delicious, in particular they recommended the Steak Diane, though with steak I sometimes just like a touch of pepper. Or pepper sauce even! How do you like your steak cooked, I prefer mine medium rare, though on the odd occasion, I will have it well done. And I do love some chunky chips with my steak, nice and yellow with a good crunch, though on some days, I will have some new potatoes. With a touch of mint of course, and some butter too. Oh and apparently the salmon is to die for, and..."
As wonderful as the reviews sounded, all one hundred of them, by the time Mr Chatterbox had finished talking, it was time for the restaurant to close. Mr Gay left, starving!
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Mr Gay's final date at the Swank was with Mr Greedy. Mr Gay was about to recommend a number of items to Mr Greedy (as told by Mr Chatterbox from the last date); however, Mr. Greedy decided to order:
"I'll have everything on the menu... twice!"
And watching Mr Greedy polish off plates and plates of food had really put Mr Gay off his own meal! Which Mr Greedy finished off for him. And then Mr Greedy asked for pudding!
So this wasn't a good date either!
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Mr Gay explained to Mr Happy what had happened with his dates, and how they didn't go very well indeed..
And then, Mr Happy said to Mr Gay, "Everybody is different, and this is what makes us what we are. We can't always expect to be what others expect of us. The main thing is just to be yourself. I mean, I don't think I could expect Mr Fussy, Mr Chatterbox or Mr Greedy to stop being themselves! Well, Mr Greedy did go on a diet the one time, but that didn't last very long! This is the true path to being happy."
Mr Gay smiled.
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And that's almost the end of the story.
Mr Gay kept looking for a partner and made the decision to move away from Bigotland. Which was just in time, as Bigotland was destroyed by an asteroid soon after.
Everybody died.
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