The Tragedy of Pudd nhead Wilson Projec

The Tragedy of Pudd’nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: Prose Mash Up I only did what I thought was best for my son. Was it right? Could I have handled it differently? Of course I could have. Now I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. It really does hurt to see Chambers grow into such a malicious, dissolute, and vicious person. I never wanted my son to be an arrogant spoiled brat, but in order to save him I had no choice but to switch him. He deserved a chance at a “regular” life. Although the resulted outcome wasn’t great, I regret none of the decisions that I made because I was doing it to protect him. Holding both Tom and Chambers, I step outside Pudd’nhead’s house. He comes outside and we chat for a bit. I go on to say how no one could ever tell the difference between the two boys except me when they’re not dressed. Oddly, Pudd’nhead asks if I would allow him to take the finger prints of both boys and myself. I’m not exactly sure on his motives for doing this but I think nothing of it and I hand both Chambers and Tom over to him. He collects both boy’s finger prints and mines as well. Two months later, I ran into Mister Wilson again. Like before, he asks if he could document the boy’s fingerprints. He said he’d like to have a “series” of prints during the period of childhood to be followed over the years. The next day, Mister Percy called all the servants down to alert us that a small sum of money had been stolen and to “warn” us that he’d teach us a lesson from stealing from him by selling the thief. I was terrified even though I hadn’t committed the crime that I had been accused of. I went to bed that night but couldn’t sleep with the thought in the back of my mind that my son could grow up to be sold down the river. I knew what I had to do. It was one of the hardest choices I had to make, there was no other option. I had been contemplating for a while. I was confused; I was scared and didn’t know what to do. For me, there was no other way out. I