Monday, May 2, 2011

Help

My unsuccessful day was not contributed to my actions. All day I had screamed and yelled at the people walking past my booth. I had waved my arms and hopped from foot to foot in order to try and get the peoples attention. However, for some reason the harder I attempted to draw the crowds gaze, the more it seemed they averted their eyes to my actions. What was their problem? Its not like I'm delirious or anything. This crisis required help. So, at the end of the day, I closed down my booth, gathered my maps and set out into the carnival. If there was one place this Bunderson could be, It would be somewhere here in the carnival. I found him being trampled by a horde of running blonds. I yelled at him but his gaze seemed fixed away. I followed his eyes and saw a naked man. Hm. Maybe this Bunderson is a fruit. Knowing I had no want to associate with people like this I turned on my heel and left. Where would I find help now?