Start Fiction:
Drew ran wildly towards the gate; screaming, death shrill came from his lungs. Even he was surprised such noises came from a human being. However, this watching were evenore surpirsed he was acting in such a manner due to a feeble, aged burro who was trotting in his general direction.
"Get 'em!" several children yelled encouraging Sally Mae, and at the same time instilling a greater fear in Drew.
He reached the gate and ran ten yards more; he didn't stop until he heard the clank of the gate closing. The crowd cheered, mockin him of course. Drew turned and bowed. His ability to laugh at himself kept him sane.
"You're too kind," he told his audience. He waved his best beauty pagent wave, blew a few kisses.
"That was silly, Dad," a little voice said from behind him. Drew turned around and knelt down in front of his daughter.
"But it was funny, right?" he said.
"Yeah!" she giggled and gave him a hug. Behind Emma was Drew's ex-wife, Deena. Arms crossed, as always, shaking her head at him.
"I am so glad we had a daughter," she said. "You two are so much alike, even your screams are similar." Drew stood, picking up Emma.
"You say it like that's a bad thing," he said, smiling. Deena rolled her eyes.
Having the ability to laugh at yourself can really annoy those who can't laugh at you. Deena was one of those people.
Bafoon, clumbsy, childish, moronic, and of course stupid. All classics that often came from her mouth shortly after they married when she began to realize that (to her) Drew was not merely silly, but a fool.
He annoyed her more and more until she couldn't take it anymore. She told him she wanted a divorce the day after Emma was born.
End Fiction.
Blah. There is something about Drew I like; might have to revist him some day...
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