Walking past the froggy pond,

Comin from my long journey abrode,

This path ive paved with my own to feet,

I am tired but can't yet admit defeat,

Ive walked so long and traveled so far,

Just to make it to a place in which i can call my own,

And if i stopped now only the frogs would hear my woe,

I sing not croke for i am not yet dead and gone near by this froggy pond.

Their was a girl, she lived a long time ago

but she was real, real just like you and me and she was full of life.

Though alone she managed,

she used to pass the time by going on walks through the wood and whistling.

Its often quiet with her love gone, and missing him very dearly

and has been waiting quit some time for his arival home from war.

When she would think of him the toon would change,

when she would whistle it was almost bipolar how fast the melody could change.

Regardless she waited, and waited, and waited until one day

she reseived a letter in the mail.

Cody- Hey Anne,

Anne- Hey whats up?

Cody- Look these last few years have been great but. . . i feel like maybe we should see other people.

Anne- Cody are you breaking up with me.

Cody- Look its not you its me

Anne- I dont understand what do you mean, you dont want to be in arelationship with me anymore?

Cody- Look it didnt really mean anything okay, im sorry but its over.

Anne-

Cody- Anne

Anne-

Cody- Are you okay?

Cody- Anne?

Anne-

Cody- Anne are you oka

Anne- No!

Cody- Anne lis

Anne- No! No! No! No Im not going to listen, You Are!?!

Anne- How can you just say that its over, Its Over, NO, I have alwayst been there for YOU, Who waited weeks for YOU to answer your phone, and who was there for you in YOU GOD DAMN TIME OF NEED WELL YOU KNOW WHAT NO, IM NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE AND YOU KNOW WHAT IM DONE, IM DONE WAITING FOR YOU AND IM DONE, I DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU.

Number Blocked.

The End.

It was not long after the curfue started that i began to wonder what lay beond the wood for all of my life i have wanted to know, though part of me still dreaded the very though of it due to the story, Yes the story of Sam, age 9, date of disaperence 7/20/1922 in the old woods/ thats what people call it at least/, but any way that doesnt matter now then i guess because they never found the poor boy and it has already been six years. So the odds of still finding him alive were little to none at this point, they say it was a monster that took him but personaly i have my own theories of what happend to him that day, he was my friend after all and with all of my being i intended to find him, so when night began to fall i pack a bag and began my mission into the old wood to find him.

i remember once when walking to the bus to go home, their was a boy standing at the end of the stone path stairing up at the big blue cloudy sky, and when i got to him i stoped and joined him, i wanted to see what he was looking at and without moving his body he raised his hand to the sky and said you know sometimes i feel that the sky is painted for it is to beutiful to be real. . . It was at that moment that he put his hand down and we both look at each other for just a second before he walked away and left me their speechles at the end of the stone path looking at him then back to the painted skies.