Literature
Comfort for a friend
Well, it was a beautiful day on Mobius. The sun was shining in the sky, the birds were whistling in the air, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Yes, sir it was a mighty fine day to be taking a rock.
Now I had popped up in Mobius to hang out with my pals the Freedom Fighters. They welcomed me with open arms and let me stay in New Mobotropolis. It sure was nice of them to do that, considering that I probably didn't deserve such kind hospitality from my Mobian friends.
Well, anyway, I was strolling through the park in the early morning. Most of the folks were still asleep so I was alone. Or so I thought. As I started taking a walk through the pa