I walked through the park one spring day, followed by a slightly senile 67 year old man. Who knows why he always follows me on my walks, he’s always just there. Usually I don’t mind the old man, it’s kinda like having an abnormally dumb dog that isn’t house trained. But today he was unusually talkative.

“When are you going to feed me?” he would constantly complain.

“Perhaps when you stop sleeping outside my bedroom window.” I retort.

“Nobody understands me.” the old man mumbles as I continue on my daily walk.

This comes directly from a story Chaerb wrote for a creative writing class when asked “If you were asked the same question, ‘are trees alive?’, by both a young person and an old person, how would you answer differently?” It may make little sense until towards the end…(and even then you have to be paying attention…)