I had to chuckle to myself. Later I wondered- ‘Why was he sitting there?’

The next time I went running was a few days later. It had been raining for a few days, and I don’t like running in the rain. When I passed the forest like I had all those other mornings, I noticed something different. I couldn’t place my finger on what it was. I continued to run, because I don’t like stopping in the middle of my jog. It wasn’t until another two days passed of gloomy weather that I recieved a call. This call was from nonw other than my bloody cousin James. Now before I continue, you must meet James. James is basically an idiot. No doubt about it, he is from the shallowest of shallow gene pools. To be honest, it more of a puddle- or a bog. Yes, a bog. This is so because her parents are bro and sis. Same with his grandparents, and his great grandparents, and so on. Now you may be wondering how he is my cousin. Basically- He’s not. go to part 2