The Best FTN Request You Will Ever See

**WarrenBuffet** · 10-14-2007, 01:38 PM

My name is zaa730. I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing
this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is so sad is
because I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except
when I try to breathe.

The doctors gave me an artificial body. It is a burlap bag filled with
leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of
us having no money or FTN. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need FTN. Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap bag.
Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad.

I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this post to
everyone you know. Forward it to people you don't know, too. Dr.
Johansen said that for every person you forward this post to, Bill
Gates will team up with AOL and send a an FTN request to NASA. With that
funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America
and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can
hear them better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the requests to the you. You wonderful souls could then invite me to FTN

Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be
third base. Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take
more prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer to coming true.
Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my
leaves to rot before I turn 10.

If you don't forward this , that's okay. Mommy says you're a mean
and heartless bastard who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only
a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own
guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow, horrible death and
then burn forever in hell. What kind of cruel person are you that you
can't take five freakin' minutes to invite me to FTN and
that they can't feel guilt and shame about ignoring a poor, bodyless
nine-year-old boy?

Please help me. I try to be happy, but it's hard. I wish I had a kitty.
I wish I could hold a kitty. I wish I could hold a kitty that wouldn't
chew on me and try to bury its turds in the leaves of my burlap body. I
wish that very much.

Thank You,

zaa730