Billy Jo and the Monsters of the Moat

By Bill Thomas and Joel Pellerin

A boy of ten; he was happy, funny, fun to be around, and I was smart. Then one day I was none of these. I had suffered a traumatic brain injury. I was bullied by my teachers, my good friends, and others. I moved to a corner where I placed a book up in front of me and closed the world out.
I refused to give up after learning what a TBI incident was, I was accepted into three different writers schools and I am now a professional speaker. To write this book I had to see this story through the eyes of a ten year old boy. I had to overcome.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781477167298

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Copyright © 2011 by Bill Thomas. 95127-THOM

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In dedication to the memory of Pam

pam.psd

May God be with her

until we meet again.

To live those impossible dreams

you have to believe.

You have to believe

that you deserve to have

those impossible dreams come true"

—WHT

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Once, in a town not so far away, there lived a boy. Now this boy was about as an unusual boy as you would ever come across. He wasn’t a bad looking kid in fact he seemed rather normal. His head was a mop of blond hair and he wore a huge smile with big dimples…that is, when he smiled. Still he was, well, weird. He was ten years old, skinny as a bean pod and already he was five foot tall, but there was something about him that caused all to pause for a moment and say, My, my, what a strange little boy!

This boy had a hobby…a very strange hobby indeed. He collected things, but not like other little boys that stuffed their pockets with frogs and snakes to scare the girls with. He collected anger, but he never stuffed this anger into his pockets. He would stuff this anger deep inside of him and then he would go to his own little world and do something special with it. He was friendly to the girls in town; he never bothered them and they seemed to like him, but the other boys—now that was a different story indeed.

I know I forgot to tell you his name. Well, his name is Billy. The girls called him Billy, but the boys called him Billy Jo because he was always playing with the girls. So they mocked his name by calling him Billy Jo. Billy liked the gentleness of the girls, so he surrounded himself