Patrick III

I'll make this quick...

Patrick was sitting on a bench, desperately cold, thinking about his situation and weighing his options. Damn, he thought. Not one person. He soon drifted away from whatever he was thinking and remembered his coach's and teammates words of wisdom. Things like, RUN FASTER! or MOVE YOUR LEGS, WORM! but what stuck in his head was what his friend said to him on hill runs, mind over matter.

Mind over matter, Patrick thought. Hmmmm.... Maybe he wasn't really cold anyway. What was cold other than a icky feeling that served him no use. He was so enlightened that he stood up, and started to walk briskly. Just keep moving... Work up a sweat... Mind over matter... He passed many people; he just smiled and waved.

He neared the end of the park, and it being dusk, Patrick power-walked into the setting sun. After which he was extremely burned. Not suprisingly, Patrick died. I mean, the sun IS really hot. The funeral was very lovely. It was warm, so nobody needed a sweater.



I really had to get off so all literary skill faded and all hell broke loose. Be sure to look for more adventures from our little friend. Tata!