Bob was feeling rather normal on that fateful day in the full heat of summer. The sun was unconquerable as it menacingly rose up into the sky.
I want some lemonade, Bob thought dully. He was standing in front of his "house" and staring blankly into the one sickly tree overhead. He hadn't had lemonade since....a long time ago.
As he stared into the tree, he started feeling the heat from that darnded invincible sun creeping closer to him. Squinting, he pondered about sneaking into the nearest Walmart (they always had the most AC) and haggling a lemonade bottle out of them.
Aw, he wearily thought, 'sway too much trouble to think about such things. With a start, he realized his eyes had led him to something in the tree - a tantalizing glint of metal, flashing in the sun. Curiosity held him, and with a grunt he pulled himself into the tree (which shook under a combination of Bob's weight and malnutrition). Determination alight in his eyes, Bob slowly scaled the tree. He was at the object! It was a scooter, the kind you see little kids zooming around with, and it was ultra shiny and brand new. He shrieked with glee and lunged for it, losing his balance and plunging with it down onto his house. The house collapsed, but in his hurry, Bob didn't notice. He awkwardly got on it and started to ride. That was were the awkwardness stopped. With a grace never seen to people like him before, he rode off into the wild world and didn't look back.
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