My name is Jonas

I am that person who goes by many names. Yes, you know which person i mean. The one whom everywhere he goes gets a new name from the people he happens to come in contact with. Well anyways, thats me. My real name is of no concern, beacuse you wont call me it unless you are my family or one of my upmost closest friends. So for this reason you may refer to me as Jonas. You might be wondering, "Why Jonas? what is so significant about that?" Well dont get you panties in a wad, ill be sure to let you in on the scoop. There really isnt anything significant about it, but rather just a humerous story. This story starts out like many good stories; you have a sun day, birds are singing, kids playing joyfully outside (although they were only happy because it was recess, im sure that they were very very miserable when they had to return to class). Anyways where was I. Oh yes, the kids and such. Every year the fire department (which i happen to work for) puts on a fire saftey thing for the little ones, and being the smart, kind and ruggedly goodlooking guy that I am, i volunteered to be Sparky the Fire Dog. The well known (well if you were from around here he would be well known to you too) mascot that promotes fire saftey. It was all going great, the children were having a blast getting to run all around the big fire truck, not like they even know what it is, but none the less they were having a good time. I began to think that things were starting to whind done, but i was sadly mistaken. The crazyness had yet to begin. The fearless leader of this whole mission (whom you may refer to as Brad. No thats not his name but i like it so deal with it) suddenly gets an inspiration.Sorry, did i say inspiration? I meant to say diabolical plan! He smoothly askes the kids if they wanna see a celebrity guest who was with us. Confused i just stared at him wondering where he was going with this. He glances up at me with a whicked little grin and then tells them that there is a Jonas Brother in the Sparky costume (yeah yeah i know, how dumb is he. I am in here not a Jonas Brother. Jokes on him!). Now you have to keep in mind that these are second graders, and most of them seem to believe what they are told. Like little robots, except not as fun (Dont lie, we both know what you would pick given the choice between a kid with a runny nose and a shiny robot). ummmm..... oh right jonas brother is under the suit. A mob of children quickly swarmed over me, forming to groups. which i like to call the believers and the non-believers. The believers screamed like little girls (mostly because they were little girls), and the non-believer (like many non-believers thoughout history) decided to attack the innocent man in the Sparky outfit. I am unable to make up my mind on what ot do. Do i go towards my followers as they try to guess which Brother I am? Or do I go towards the angry mob and risk getting lit on fire? (you would be scared too if a child tells you that bomb catch houses on fire). After enough brutal damage has been done to myself and poor Sparky, the Brad (the nameless paramedic) showed me pity and took all the kids away. Lucky for me, and i suppose lucky for you as well, this story was brought back to the fire station. So that is how i got my name, and how i started of my career in the fire service (you just wish you had a cool story to tell too, but its ok feel free to be jealous). If you still have any questions of why i am called jonas the you are hopeless, you should probably go lay in a ditch somewhere until i come to rescue you. And if you dont get the story because you dont know who the Jonas Brothers are then congrats, you actually have a life and dont listen to 8 year old music. But that is my story, the begining of what seems to be a long life in a Jonas world, and who knows what the future may hold.