Legend of the Crazy Ball
One day I sat next to an Old Man. He looked at me and asked if I knew who he was? I told him all I knew about him is what they call him in town. They call him Crazy Man. He laughed and said that I Am. He told me he had an idea one day, he decided to melt down some rubber threw in some colors and swirled it all around. Then he rolled it up into a ball and let it cool and through it on the ground. He said that ball bounced all around and higher than he expected it would ever go! The strangest thing is it would always roll right back to him whenever he threw it, it was the strangest thing. I had to name that ball, so I named it after me! Only a Crazy Man could make a Crazy Ball like that you see. One day that Crazy Ball just disappeared and I looked for it everywhere I thought where could it be? Time passed and I went to town and I saw a man sitting on a bench and my Crazy Ball was in his hand! I said that's my Crazy Ball you have. The man said it was the craziest thing that this crazy ball rolled right to my feet while I was sitting on this bench out of nowhere. I picked it up and had it ever since then.So if a Crazy Ball rolls up to you. Your the new owner of a Crazy Ball because they have a mind of their own! That's because they were made by a Crazy Old Man like me you see. That there is how the legend goes about the Crazy Ball so pass it on like it was told to me!
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