Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 12:15

The first day I saw him, he was sitteded next to me with a big fluffy white coat. With fat glasses percheded up his head, he looked like an elephant in a graveyard. I coulded tell that he was alone, so I moveded over towards him, like a cow eating gravy. When I stood next to him, he look up like I was Santa Claus in the middle of Kwanza. "How d'ya do," I asked the boy, a toothy grin plastered to my face. He sat for a minute, not answering my question, not even movin'. "Do you speak english," I asked, a little impatient. Again, he didn't even 'spond to mine question.