Authors Note: This is complete and total nonsense.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story idea. If I did...
A STORY OF A REPORT
"It is the first day of spring. The birds are chirping and the flowers are blooming. I assume. It's kind of hard to tell. Anyway, it is the first day of spring and all is well in theā¦"
"What are you doing?"
"Me nothing," he said trying to get the piece of paper in front of him into a desk drawer.
"Right. Let me see."
"No."
"Come on, why not?"
"Because."
"Because, that's not an answer."
"To bad."
"Please, I'm bored."
"Fine. Here," he said taking it out and sliding it over.
"The first day of spring?"
"What! It is."
"Wait."
"What now?"
"You assume the birds are chirping and the flowers are blooming."
"Yeah, it's hard to tell."
"How is that?'
"I don't know. We're how many levels underground? Do you see any birds or flowers down here?"
"No."
"There you go then."
"Okay, fine."
"Good."
"You didn't finish."
"I was interrupted."
"Sorry. Here."
"Thank you."
"It's a cute story, Jack."
"It's not a story. It's my report."
"Okay. Um, I'll leave you too it then."
"Good. I'll see you at lunch, Daniel."
