Post by daggers on Feb 1, 2009 2:53:19 GMT -5
Sinbad walked along the rocky path, rather content with himself and the world as it was at the time. He decided that he would find good work here, wherever this was, even if he hadn't seen many people yet. His whole gig was based on people, as it was.
The entertainer juggled small, red sacks of sand, four at a time. It was more keeping himself busy than practice, really. It kept him focused on something, which was what he needed, lest he become too bored. And that would just be terrible.
It was a nice day. The temperature was good, and animals were out doing their nature thing. There was even a nice, cool breeze. This was a cool walk. He appreciated it. Maybe something neat would happen. That would be pretty cool. Let's hope something neat happens.
The entertainer juggled small, red sacks of sand, four at a time. It was more keeping himself busy than practice, really. It kept him focused on something, which was what he needed, lest he become too bored. And that would just be terrible.
It was a nice day. The temperature was good, and animals were out doing their nature thing. There was even a nice, cool breeze. This was a cool walk. He appreciated it. Maybe something neat would happen. That would be pretty cool. Let's hope something neat happens.
So your not alone.))