Today I went for a walk around the lake beside my fathers house. It was a beautiful day and I could tell I really needed to get some sunshine on my luscious lockes, so I left my hat sitting on my nightstand. Although today seemed like a normal, ordinary day, it was far from it. As I began my trek along the edge of the small body of water, I noticed a man standing about 150 yards directly in front of me, waving a what looked to be some sort of small branch or small stick. I waved to the man, wondering to myself what he was doing in my waters. He didn't wave back, but instead just stood there looking like Donald Trump stumbling to find words to debate with. I thought this was odd, but maybe he didn't see me, so waved a little larger and yelled "Can I help you, sir?" He stood still for a quick second, as if he couldn't speak English, and sprinted towards me, still holding the branch/stick thing. "Can I help you!?" I yelled a little louder, anticipating a response, but it was to no avail. He was high-tailing it directly towards me now, hurdling bushes and smashing weeds as he galloped..
To be continued...
