It's jimmy Day!!!

 

“Whatcha doing, Mister Kafka?”

 “Same old bunch of nothing.”

 “We need to do something special today, Mr. Kafka.”

 “Why?”

 “It’s jimmy Day!!!

 “Oh, crap.”

 “You know what that means, Mr. Kafka, . . . right?”

 “I do, and I don’t want to, jimmy.”

 “Get up; you know you want to.”

 “Okay, okay.”

 “Yippie, Imagination Day at the Park!”

 

jimmy is the bestest

The weather was marvelous and the sun brilliantly glistened over the landscape. We sat in silence, watching the wonder of life skip by, and we engaged in several entertaining conversations, but nary was a word spoken.

 

How is that possible you ask? Well, we imagined what the people we saw were thinking, and then I mentally chatted with them. Some told us about their work, others rambled on about their families, and a few told us where they had gone on a recent vacation.

 

The wildlife in the park was also very chatty. The sparrows told us about their squabbles with the blackbirds, the robins introduced us to the newest member of their family, and a squirrel, naturally, reminded us to get ready for winter.

 

Some might think it was odd to sit alone and have imaginary conversations, but we don’t care. We enjoy using our imagination, and we can end the conversations at any time. jimmy, unwisely played with a busy bee, and of course, he got stung. Now he thinks all the bees are out to get him. I warned him to leave the bee alone, but he didn’t listen. His naughty shouting verified that he did not appreciate my wisdom.  

 

Later on, we spoke with a spider. He had crept up on the park bench where we sat, although he wasn’t in a very good mood. A child had destroyed the web he built last night, and now he had to find a new place to build another one. We offered to help, but he refused, and he scurried off.

 

The dogs that the people were walking in the park also had all sorts of things to say, but because they barked so loudly it was impossible to understand any of them. Thankfully, they didn’t stay very long.

 

Then a woman walked by pushing a stroller. The child inside the stroller was screaming frantically. From what we could make out, it sounded like the child was saying, “Feed me!” We should have probably told her what the child was saying, but we thought it best not to say anything. She seemed to be in hurry anyway.

 

When the shadows of the tall trees began to stretch over the grass, we decided to head home. Overall, it was a beautiful day at the park.

 

“See, Mr. Kafka, that wasn’t so bad.”

“I suppose. I’m tired, so, I’m going to bed.”

 

“Me too. G’night, Mr. Kafka.”

 

“G’night, jimmy.”

 

 

j/k