There was once a boy who wanted to run. His name was Bernard and people liked him. They would always beg him to take their fabric, "oh Bernard I will give you everything I have, my fabrics, my money, and my car keys." Bernard could get anything that he wanted, except he never had gotten to do the one thing he wanted most, and that was running. He had never gotten to run before and wanted it dearly. There was always opportunities but they were always ruined, for example last May Bernard was going to run in a race but right before he could get to the starting line he was hit by a bus. Or like last December when he has going to try and go on his first run a viscous dog came out of nowhere and attacked his feet. The dog would have torn at his face if a little girl that lived across the street scared it away by yelling, "bad doggy, bad doggy" and waved her Barbie at it. So as you can see Bernard never got to run before. And this made Bernard very sad to where he sits home all day long and eats a gallon of ice cream and watches infomercials on tv thinking about what it would be like if he could just run.
