Hobby

I have a hobby and her name is Madeline. She is eleven years old and lives on West Avenue. Every day I wait behind the bushes near her school. I follow her, careful not to be seen. Her long orange curly hair flows, calling me to reach out and touch her. Madeline takes the usual route home. Oh, how I wish to be close to her.


     I left a present on her doorstep last night. Her mother threw away a freshly dead finger I found in the garbage. I was quite angry; it took me all night to find it. I sung outside Madeline's window, asking for her love. The neighbor then proceeded to try and hurt me with a shovel.


                              Love is tough.


     I decided to confess my love to her. No use hiding in the bushes. On her walk home, I gathered up my courage, and grabbed her legs. In the cold October breeze her legs were warm, and I rubbed them.

     "Oh Madeline, I love you. Please, be with me forever"
At first she was startled. Her eyes wide with fear then turned into joy and surprise. She kissed the top of my head and took me to her home.
       
"Mom, I found this cat, can I keep him? He's so cute!"

"Madeline, get that thing out of here!"
Despite her protests her mother kicked me out, our romance short lived.