The Other Side Of Harvest Moon*****
After a long day of persistently pounding rocks into the dirt with his worthless, substandard, gray hammer, Stan was a sweaty mess of a lad. However he knew he had just enough time to meet the girl of his dreams, Karen. He rushed of the farm, grabbed some berries along the way, and ran as fast as he could to the beach. There, Karen sat staring peacefully into the waves. Rushing to meet her, Stan slid into the dirt, spraying sand all over Karen. He sat panting like an exhausted mule for a couple of minutes before turning to look at her. "Umm.hi, Stan," Karen said frowning at the dirt that covered Stan's face, hands, and clothes. She glanced down at her shorts and tried to brush off some of the sand. "I brought you some berries!" Stan said loudly in Karen's face not having full control of his voice yet. "Thank." Karen started, thinking of her favorite fruit while Stan rummaged through his ruck-sac. He pulled out disgustingly mashed, dirty berries. "Yee---eeewww," Karen finished, looking disdainfully at the berries in Stan's grubby fingers. "No prob." Stan said thrusting the berries into Karen's hands. "Well, I better be off now," Karen called over her shoulder as she hastily got up and bolted back to her home.
After a long day of persistently pounding rocks into the dirt with his worthless, substandard, gray hammer, Stan was a sweaty mess of a lad. However he knew he had just enough time to meet the girl of his dreams, Karen. He rushed of the farm, grabbed some berries along the way, and ran as fast as he could to the beach. There, Karen sat staring peacefully into the waves. Rushing to meet her, Stan slid into the dirt, spraying sand all over Karen. He sat panting like an exhausted mule for a couple of minutes before turning to look at her. "Umm.hi, Stan," Karen said frowning at the dirt that covered Stan's face, hands, and clothes. She glanced down at her shorts and tried to brush off some of the sand. "I brought you some berries!" Stan said loudly in Karen's face not having full control of his voice yet. "Thank." Karen started, thinking of her favorite fruit while Stan rummaged through his ruck-sac. He pulled out disgustingly mashed, dirty berries. "Yee---eeewww," Karen finished, looking disdainfully at the berries in Stan's grubby fingers. "No prob." Stan said thrusting the berries into Karen's hands. "Well, I better be off now," Karen called over her shoulder as she hastily got up and bolted back to her home.
