“How do you feel about going to the park, Joe?” asked Keppler. Keppler was really asking a rhetorical question. He knew Keppler felt good about going to the park. Joe knew this, and laughed. Before long, they were walking down the road.
“Watch out for cars, Joe.” said Keppler, supervisingly. Joe watched accordingly.
Keppler got excited a few times when he saw what believed to be the park, but which were actually, in the following order, an ice cream stand, a Pepsi can and a golf cart. Finally, they arrived at the park. Joe was unusually excited. He ran, laughing, off to his favorgite area while Keppler sat down to read.
After a few hours, Kepler had finished Goodnight Moon and Joe had dug many holes and staked out the fort. Keppler, unaware that Joe had slipped into full-on combat mode, foolishly called his name. There would have been a burst of gunfire, but since Joe didn't have a gun, he just walked out to Keppler.
"Boy, you look like you'd shoot me if you had a gun," said Keppler.
Joe didn’t laugh, but he did shake his head. Keppler removed his head from Joe’s jaws and smiled.
"I'm ready to go home." said Keppler. "This has been a plot-heavy day."
Joe agreed, his head full of memories of battles past and those yet to come.
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