I came to the park to get away from stress. Now here I lay, frozen on the mucky ground. My brand new coat ripped and ruined.
Where the hell did that rock come from? And who trips and falls on their back? Me. That’s who. Well, at least the sky is blue.
Wait. What was that? Oh no. I hear something in the brush next to me! I hope it is someone to help. Hello? can you hear me? I can’t move my legs.
No. No. No. Mr. Bear, please. I just got this coat and it is so pretty! Don’t eat me.