Once there was a boy whose name we can not name. He was a thirsty boy, and he loved to drink. He would drink anything, from water to beer. One day, he saw a little mouse. As usual, he was thirsty, but there wasn’t any sort of drink near, so he scooped up the little mouse, cut it in half with his knife, and drank its crimson red blood.
That thirsty little boy liked the taste of blood so much, he would go around hunting animals for blood. He would drink mouse blood, cow blood, and many other types of blood. Once he even drank his sister’s blood. His parents never found out, because he was such a charming and manipulative little boy that he tricked the parents into thinking that she ran away, and that he would never do that because he was such a nice and kind little boy.
One day, it was particularly hot, and the thirsty boy was much thirstier than usual. All the animals were away so there was no blood to drink. Getting desperate, he chomped into his own wrist, hoping to quench his thirst. Blood began to spring out all over him and his clothes. He then put his mouth over the wound and gulped down his own blood. Getting dizzy from blood loss, he collapsed, but kept on gulping down blood. As the flow of crimson red blood slowed down, he began to deliriously scream, as he wanted more. Eventually, his screaming stopped, and he laid there, perfectly still, in a pool of his own blood.