In Which Jordan Finally Has His Own Story: Part One

Since we are taught that no one can offend you unless you choose to be offended, I have decided to go ahead and write a post for my brother. It has taken awhile because in Jordan's own words, "It is a time-consuming process to create such a momentous tribute."

Once there was a brother. His two sisters were not sure where he came from, he just appeared one day carrying a sword made out of pink Donald Duck fabric. Dark clouds followed his arrival. Soon the parents did not notice the two sisters; something surrounding their son must have blinded them. The sisters were upset and tried to get rid of him. They took him to the orchard and left him, but he found his way home. They locked him out of the house, but the mother always let him back in. Finally, they placed him in the ditch on a plastic dinosaur and let him sail away. He was gone for a long time. The parents were devastated; that was to be expected. The sisters were glad, though, because after three days their places were finally set at the table again. Their mother dug out their old toothbrushes and found their pajamas and read a story to them once more, so they were sure that everything was back to normal.
But when they went outside to play and saw the hut the brother had made between the pine trees, they felt a little sad. They thought this would pass, as it seemed to have passed for the parents. They took their tea set into the hut, but as they spread out the yellow and gray He-Man blanket to sit on they began to cry. They realized that at some point, they must have started to love their brother, and they remembered the few not-so-horrible things that he had done. They thought that possibly they wanted him back. But, remembering the effort it was to get rid of him, they decided to sleep on it. They didn't want to act hastily.
The next morning, finding that they still missed him, the sisters carried their snow sleds to the ditch and set sail.

To be continued...