On the pavement, a puddle lay. In the shape of a person, it was a cloudy day.
On that day, as people walked past, the puddle-shaped person stuck out his tongue and laughed.
He thought to himself, "Why are these people so grey?" When he was the one made of water and only alive for a day.
As umbrellas rose high and the gloominess of the people raged on, the puddle-shaped man whistled, smiled, and sang songs.
As the rain continued to pour, no one paid attention to what was below them, a puddle with a spirit that could potentially help them.
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James Green
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