continued to spoil him and unfortunately, it really messed him up. When people give you stuff all the time, it makes you unhappy. Because the fun of life is doing things. What is there to do if everything is done for you? So, you become sad and lazy, and sadness seems to make people tired. Which just makes you lazier still.
Rupert didnât ever make his bed. He threw his dirty clothes on the floor, never cleaned his teeth, never replaced a toilet roll, and left lolly wrappers all over the place. He never put the milk back in the fridge, he used the same tissues to blow his nose if the new box hadnât been opened and he stuck chewed bubblegum on his bedroom wall.
But a day came along when Rupertâs parents at last woke up to themselves. Rupertâs dad was cooking a surprise dinner for his mum when the phone rang. He yelled out to Rupert that it could be the really important call he was expecting â so would he please watch the chops frying on the stove?
Rupert didnât even bother to answer. He was watching TV and it was one of his favourite shows. Well, guess what? The chops caught fire and the kitchen burnt down. Five thousand dollarsâ worth of damage.
Rupert didnât care. Why should he? They werenât his chops.
That night, Rupertâs dad said to his mum, âYou know what? Our son is a pig. A lazy, selfish, disgusting pig!â
So, when Rupert became so lazy that he refused to get out of bed, his father went off.
âYou will get up,â screamed his father, âand you will get dressed for school. Otherwise youâre grounded for a month!â
Grounded , thought Rupert, smiling to himself and snuggling in under the blankets. How much more grounded can I get?
Although Rupert knew that his father was right about him being lazy and selfish, he was sure his mum wouldnât be a problem. He could con her every time. Wrap her around his little finger. You see, his dad went off to work every day, leaving his mum, who worked from home, at Rupertâs mercy.
Rupert waited until his dad had left for work, and then he started on his mum. âMummy,â he called from his bed. âI love you very, very much.â
âAnd I love you too, darling,â his mum replied.
âMummy, can I have some lunch?â
âNo, dear,â his mum said. âYour father and I have agreed to no food â in fact, nothing at all until you get out of bed.â
âThen you mustnât love me at all.â
âThatâs not true.â
âThen how could you make me starve? Iâve read about poor little kids like me. They feel unloved, they leave home, they fall off a cliff and they die with broken hearts.â
It wasnât too long before Rupert was propped up in bed with extra pillows munching into hamburgers, chips, fried chicken, onion rings, eggs and tomato sauce. Followed by ice-cream, lemonade and donuts.
On the first night of his big lie-in, friends came around to see why he hadnât been at school.
âBecause I canât be bothered getting up,â replied Rupert.
âFair enough,â said his friends. âCool!â
That night, when Rupertâs father found him still in bed, he went berserk. He tried dragging Rupert onto the floor, but Rupert was too big to move. Apart from being huge, Rupertâs bottom had made a massive hollow in his mattress. It was like pulling an elephant out of quicksand.
It wasnât long before Rupertâs teachers began to ask questions. The newspapers as well. Someone had rung The Daily News and the headlines screamed, Theyâve Made His Bed. Now Heâs Lying In It!
The story said that all kids get it too easy these days and itâs their parentsâ fault. If something isnât done soon, the newspaper said, the world will fall to bits. Suddenly Rupert was becoming famous.
Television, radio and magazines all wanted to speak to Rupert and finally, one TV program said
CJ Rutherford, Colin Rutherford