Diane wrote:

Duckie re-posted it September 12 of this year, and here
it is again......<G>

From: "bbaylarry"
Subject: OTP:  Another Sad Story.
Date: Thursday, June 13, 2002 4:37 PM

From today's e-mail bag.

Dear Reader,

My name is Billy Evans.  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 insurance.  I would like to have
a body transplant, but we need more money.  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 e-mail to everyone
you know.  Forward it to people you don't know, too.

Dr. Johansen said that for every person you forward
this email to, Bill Gates will team up with AOL and
send a nickel 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 money to the doctors.  The doctors could help me
get better then.  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 email, 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 forward this to
all your friends so that they can feel guilt and
shame about ignoring a poor, bodiless 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, Billy "Smiles" Evans

P.S. You can send the money directly to the person who sent
you this because that person is very trustworthy :)

And we thought we had it rough.  Maybe we could get him a
Noni skin or an Emu hide body.  Maybe we could trap a few
Nauga's and use their hides.

Be well,
Larry