Pat Spots Other Birds

All of a sudden. A robin and three other birds came. The robin had a superb color and Pat couldnt tell the color of the other three. Somewhat beige. Then pat fell asleep.

Is Pat Content?

Pat had almost finished his essay on "The Iliad" and he felt like taking a stroll to his favorite park. After all, he had almost fininished and it was, on the whole, very worthy of an A+. He was still sweaterless but he had a long sleeve on and was somewhat warm. He walked all the way to Stow Lake and sat atop of Strawberry Hill, which is situated right in the middle of the lake. Pat sat down on a smooth-topped tree stump with many engravings on it.

Jack <3 Jill. Hmm... It was a hill, and there was a resevior on top that fed the waterfall, and there were many places to tumble down he thought. He smiled. A small gang of sparrows had gathered around his stump, chattering amongst themselves. How lovely.

As Pat was listening to the sparrows' conversation a big, black crow came down upon them squaking noisily, flapping his wings and alltogether scaring the sparrows away. Pat felt intruded upon.

"Go away!" Pat yelled. The crow could not understand him, of course so Pat flapped his arms about, scaring some more sparrows away, but having little affect on the loud, ugly crow. So Pat stood up tall on the stump, jumped off, and squashed the crow flat.

"Serves you right, you little bitch!" and with that Pat tossed the crow down the waterfall. The sparrows started to gather around his stump again so he sat down and looked over the city through the trees.

While he was daydreaming, Pat spotted a dove on a ledge near the waterfall. It was nervously hopping around on the ledge, for it had put its nest there and the spring waters threatened to swallow her eggs. The dove looked at Pat, unafraid but unwilling to allow Pat to help it.

Pat wanted to help it, but the only way across was dangerous...well not too dangerous but who wants to climb across a 100 foot high waterfall? Pat decided to give it 30 minutes to see if its mate came back to help. If it didn't Pat would have to cross the dangerous waterfall and rescue the dove and her eggs.



I love Pat stories. EVERYTHING HAS A MEANING! yes. even the essay. i love Pat. maybe we'll see what pat does next time.

Thats Pat For You

Actually. Pat is the guy i made up in Health Ed. It's what we named the flippable kitty that was the crackerjacks prize, who i later used for Health Ed tests. Pat has been to tibet, and has evil friends named Cat and...somethingelse. Pat has committed suicide and exploded and been burned to death. Pat is my alterego and theres nothing i can do about it.


Pat the Bat just sounded good. Nobody would like Matt the Batt.

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!

Patrick Part 2

Ok. So, the last time we saw Patrick, he had inadvertently destroyed his sweater at the park and was looking for somebody to lend him theres. Patrick was about to ask this one girl across the road. She had dark features and short purple hair. The sweater she had on was black laced with purple color and had a ghost on the front. Patrick thought it looked cool and was already thinking about sporting it. He jogged up to her.

"Hey. Thats a nice sweater". He waited for her reply. None came. She just stopped. And stared. Her eyes were like daggers. "As you can see, i do not have a sweater and i am very cold. I noticed that you are wearing a heavy, longsleeve shirt and was wondering if i could perchance borrow your sweater?" Still nothing. Her eyes just stabbed at him. He tried to stare back, but he soon gave up. Nothing seemed to penetrate her gaze, so he left her. She resumed walking.

Wow. That was weird, Patrick thought. No worries though. He shook it off. There was still another person on the road. She looked older than Patrick. With orange hair, and a long blue skirt...made of felt? He didnt know, but he was cold and he noticed her warm sweater. She was holding it. She didnt really need it apparently. He went over.

"Excuse me miss. I notice you are holding a sweater. You might not think its cold, but i sure do and i would really appreciate it if you would be so kind as to lend me your sweater." He tried to be extra polite. She looked willing enough.

"Im sorry, but this sweater is currently reserved. My friend might meet me here if he feels like it and i really dont want him to get cold if he comes back". Her voice was very lovely, Patrick thought.

"Well, perhaps i could wear it until your friend came, if he does indeed come" almost desperate for the unused sweater.

"No, i just couldn't. It would probably be stetched out after you used it and if my friend did come, it just would not fit him anymore. Im terribly sorry, but i must be on my way. It was a pleasure talking with you." She shook his hand, turned around, and continued her walk.

Patrick didn't seem to have ANY luck that day. He sat down on a bench and considered his options...


Well. Thats it for Patrick right now. I hope you have fun with it. Rich in symbolism. Dr. Yuan would be proud.