Little Billy was a good boy. He always listened to his parents, attended his Catholic Church regularly and knew that when danger was spotted he should tell someone he trusted. However, he was raised on a steady diet of "Stranger Danger" tales and did not trust anyone he did not know.
One summer day, Little Billy was playing with his toy cars in front of his house. A car drove up to his house and a man motioned for Billy to come over. Little Billy carefully walked over to car. The man in the car asked Billy a question. "Do you know how to get to Apple Street?". Little Billy knew what this man wanted... he wanted to kidnap him!
Running and crying, Little Billy ran into his house and told his parents of the man's plan. They sat him down and told him that this man probably just wanted directions. Little Billy thought to himself that his parents did not believe him.
A few months later school had started. Little Billy was walking home from school one day and noticed he had a few dollars in his pocket. As he was bored and had some money he decided to stop at the video rental store to see if they had any new movies for him to rent. He wandered the store for quite some time until a store clerk approached him. "Do you need some help?" she asked. Little Billy knew what this lady wanted... she wanted to rob him!
As Little Billy's parents did not trust him, he ran to the police. The police are your best friend he was always told. He went to the police station and told the officer his story. Hey looked at Little Billy and laughed. "Young man, I believe they were wondering if you were looking for a certain movie and were trying to assist you". Little Billy had enough of this, no one believed him.
That Sunday after Church, Little Billy felt he only had one person left he could talk to: the priest. He was taught that the priest is one of the closest people to God and Little Billy felt he was the only person who would listen and understand of his problems.
Little Billy approached the priest and asked if he could talk to him. "Why of course!" the priest replied.
"Father, no one listens or believes me" exclaimed Little Billy, as he told the priest the prior instances where he was not believed.
"Little Billy, you can come over to my house and we can eat cookies and you can talk all about it" the consoling priest replied with a mischievous grin on his face...
A Few Hours Later...
Little Billy left from the priest's house with tears running down his face. He ran home to tell his parents what had happened.
"Mom, Dad, I went to the priest after church and... and...", Little Billy paused...
"Yes?" they both questioned.
"He touched me!"
His parents did not believe him. Where did the boy come up with these wild ideas? Was it the movies and television he watched?
"Go to your room! How dare you accuse Father TingleFingers of doing such things!" his dad yelled.
Little Billy refused to go to his room and ran out of his house. "The police will believe me!" he though to himself. But when he arrived at the police station and told the officer of what the priest had done, he did not believe him. Only a few days earlier Little Billy had told this officer of how a store clerk wanted to "rob" him, so obviously something was wrong with the boy.
Little Billy realized no one would believe him and walked home. On his way home Little Billy realized that no one would ever believe him ever again.
The moral of the story: Don't go to a Catholic Church, a priest might molest you.