Kenny and Butters were walking in the park. Kenny had invited Butters there, because he felt like he really wanted to enjoy the precious sun light that was out. He didn't want to do it alone, and attract the attention of his other friends. He really didn't want to be with anyone now. But if he could choose who he wanted to hang out with, he chose Butters.
He viewed Butters as a child still, with all his innocence intact. He sighed.
"Want me to push you on the swing?" he asked.
"Would you do that, Kenny?!" Butters asked happily. "I'd love that!"
They both sat down on the bench swing, and Kenny started swinging them. Kenny knew. He knew that sooner or later, Butters would put him on the spot with a philosophical question. He had come to be used to it by now. Sure enough…
"Kenny?" he asked as he sat beside the hero, on the swing.
"Butters?" Kenny asked as he looked at the boy's jacket.
"Where does selfishness come from?" he asked.
"I don't know, Butters." Kenny said as he thought about it. "There's a lot of things that make selfishness. A cold hearted person, maybe." He said as he pushed them faster. "Selfish people sometimes are really greedy, too. So I'm guessing that spoiled lives are a characteristic of that." He said as he stared.
"Then, I'm really glad you're a poor youth, Kenny." Butters said softly. "You're mean sometimes, but you don't have one selfish bone in your body."
Kenny felt that familiar burning in his throat. He really wanted to cry. But he swallowed the lump, and they didn't speak for the rest of the time in the park.