VIRB

i ran this morning and ronnie ran with me.

how funny it is, the way he runs. he doesn't jog as i do, but rather he sprints about 15 yards ahead of me and waits for me to catch up, then off again he goes to that small patch of grass near the big crack in the sidewalk. he pants as he waits.

he says that Stonewall usually rides a bike when they do this, and it is hard to keep up. he tells me how the bicycle scares him, and that sometimes he throws sticks at it, but it's no use, because Stonewall keeps going and chasing him. one of these days he's going to catch that bicycle with his foot, and he will tell Stonewall about all the farms in Cuba and how he must go there quick to save the Queen. but, he doesn't think Stonewall will do it, and I agree with him out lack of interest, but then he does something that really catches my attention, something that so intrigued and peeked my interest that i stopped jogging there in my tracks and i spat upon the sidewalk.

ronnie picked up an average length stick and began sword-fighting the tree branches as he sprinted up to them. "This is how Stonewall would do it" he would yell out! and he would thrust forward with all his might and kick high, "off to save the queen of cuba, she needs me!" i catch up and tell him that he is doing good, he is doing this much better than Stonewall ever could. and then ronnie ran off ahead of me and around the corner.

i won't see him the rest of the day. and that is okay. i think he will find his queen at one of the local stores selling soda pop to little children. and as for Stonewall, he will have ronnie to compete with on another day...hopefully a day as fair as this.