An idiot.
Everyone sees him as a great addition to the valley. I just see him as an annoyance.
The way he pretends he is everyone's friend bothers me.
Unkempt hair and a silly grin. A careless man.
The person who continues to talk to me when I want nothing of him.
His approachability is suspicious. Mannerism too casual.
A part of me wishes he could just stop.
I cannot stop thinking about the farmer. About how his presence makes me uneasy.
Something about the way he moves his hands when he speaks gets my interest. The way he gets easily flustered when I point out his mistakes.
Rock is competing against him over a milk drinking contest. Streaks of milk fall down his chin as he nearly chokes on the final round. Secretly I route for him. A fool.