Scarface

Once upon a time, there lived a man whose name was Fergus. He lived in a city named Kampala in Africa. Everybody called him scarface because he had a big scar on his face. He was disrespected and disliked by everyone just because he had a scar on his face. One day he was going somewhere when he spotted a gang of people kidnapping a kid from the store. He was astonished to see that. Fergus quickly hid himself behind a tree, he noticed that the kid was tightly packed with the rope all around him. Fergus followed them and reached an unknown place. One of the men of the gang felt that someone was following him so he sent one of his men to figure out who he was. Fergus quickly hid behind the bushes. There was a house there. It was a kind of a warehouse. All of them entered there except Fergus. Fergus moved ahead to figure out a way of getting in. He saw a window on the extreme left of the house. He started finding something so that he could reach the window. As Fergus was smart and clever, He figured out a cunning plan. He gathered all tree branches and placed them in a straight line upward. He climbed up and sneaked through the window. He saw that the man was calling someone. Fergus thought that they might be calling the kid's parents. Now guess what he did. He jumped from the window and fell. He was badly hurt but he didn't lose hope. He fought with the people bravely and fearlessly. One man came up with a weapon. As the man shot. The bullet hit Fergus's shoulder and was injured He then quickly grabbed the gun and shot everyone down. He opened the kid's rope and asked the boy "What is your name?"

There was no reply as the boy's condition didn't seem well and he couldn't talk. Fergus quickly took him to the hospital. After an hour or two, the boy's condition was good enough that he could talk. Then Fergus tried to ask the boy all the information, he then quickly contacted his parents. His parents quickly reached the hospital without wasting any time. The boy's father was a great wealthy man and was the mayor of the city. He thanked Fergus very much and gave him money as a reward. Fergus was optimistic, so was the boy and his parents. Fergus remained in hospital for two weeks until his shoulder was recovered. From that day nobody made fun of his scar and everybody cared for him and treated him equally and Fergus lived a happy life ever again.