The Little Creature Who Frowned a Lot
It had small ears that reminded me of my own puppy's, stubby feet and a small tail, and empty eyes that weren't scary at all. I wished that it had smiled though. I wanted to hug it, but there was a bunch of picnickers that sat next to it, but I don't think anyone acknowledge its being. I watched it from a distance, picnickers eating picnic food.
Of course, when they saw me staring and sent an intimidating person after me (perhaps to ask why I was eyeing their cake, which was next to the thing), I flew out of there.
I vowed to try again the next day, but I said that at 2 in the morning along with muses of changing my life. But I wouldn't be deterred.
After school, the thing wasn't there anymore. So I began searching everywhere for it could possibly be: behind bushes, in the treetops, hiding in the garden, perhaps? I checked all around the cherry tree, but it wasn't there either.
To my surprise, it was well camouflaged in a collage of maple trees. This time, however, it was smiling at my appearance.
"Thank you for looking for me. I was quite lonely. Nobody ever noticed me before."
I asked it who it was. It said it was a he, and his name was George. Anything else after that was a secret, but that was okay.
We talked about why nobody really noticed him. He said he was a ghost, but he later said he was joking. Then we talked about his stubs, to which he was offended when I called them stubs. (Though he later agreed that there was no better name for them, so we called them stubs anyways). We continued talking until it grew dark and the white moon cast its light on the park.
"If you keep looking for me in the oddest of places, you'll find me eventually."
I left the park, mentally preparing myself for another thingy-treasure-hunt.
But now that I thought about it...what was he?
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