User:Whateverthenfine

Once upon a time, there was a person named Jorge. He was a down to heart Mexican-Irishman. However, he had grown up in England in a very small but wonderful town named Floknor(how original). There in his wonderful town, he saw many things like squirrels and wild guinea pigs. These wild guinea pigs struck his imagination, and he thought himself to be an adventurous young person. As he grew up, people moved away or he moved to another place with some other wild being, and he found the consistency of beautiful nature was the only friend consistently close. So it just so happened that as another circumstance relocated young Jorge, he moved to a place next to a river. This river was not like normal rivers, it had some foam seeping out of the waves. But although many people thought the foam was a disgusting curse, young Jorge believed it to be a rare natural occurence that should be appreciated. One day Jorge was running along the river, exploring its wonder and awe. As he looked at the water, swirls of foam would dazzle Jorge's mind and make him wonder how the foam was created. No one ever touched the foam because they thought it so repulsive. But Jorge just thought if he touched it maybe something else from nature would happen, maybe a beautiful flower or bloom would sprout forth. As he reached his hand out, the foam moved increasingly closer. Jorge's mind was just so blissfully unaware of what might happen. A young girl noticed him reaching, for she was playing with her pac-man, and she happened to look up and see him. She thought he was looking quite stupid, for no person ever nears the water of Shannon. As she yelled, "Whado you thank your doin?", she squinted to see his face clearly. The boy looked up to see her. He had never seen a girl before. She was not like anything he had seen, she was absolutely splendid. Her dark black curls wound around her face and framed her bold green eyes. As he looked at her she noticed his look of absolute confusion. She told him that he should not touch the water because no one ever does, and that he should stop looking so weird. He had no words for he felt completely stricken with amazement. He had seen many varieties of nature, but nothing this beautiful. "My name is Suzie, whots yours?" she asked him, not knowing if he would really respond. "Jorge."