Chapter Eighteen: They Miss You
A Mr. Kennedy Story
The blonde Greenbay native rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. He could barely pay any attention to what he was doing.
A beaver and what looked-to-be Abraham Lincoln sat down in front of his desk.
"Oh man, it looks like you haven't slept in ages." said the beaver.
"Ugh, tell me about it…" Kennedy groaned.
"Insomnia giving you trouble again?" Abraham asked.
"Yeah, but I've been so busy with everything." Kennedy said. "I can't really call anyone to help me out."
"But if it gets worse, you'll never get to sleep." the beaver warned him.
"I know…" Kennedy said in a guilty way.
The ninja that was watering his flowers banged his hand on the phone multiple times over to tell him to call.
Kennedy tried pushing him off. "Alright! Okay, I'll do it…"
His dreams definitely missed him.