A Whomping Stroll... Closed

Donny stood up and brushed himself off. Only to be greeted by a teary laughing at. He was quite frustrated at first, but once he harked back onto the situation, he fell knees fist once more on the ground in front of Eloise, a hearty laugh shaking his stomach, and tears of laughter coming from the morning crusts of his eyes. "I-ha-that stupid squirrel!" he laughed, trying hard to get a hold on himself, as the trees frustrated branches continued to sway feet away from them. He picked his feet up, wiping the tears from his face and jogged hurriedly over to the tree separate the mad one. He sat down, still giggling every once in a while, feeling as though every word that came out of his mouth was too hilarious to speak.

"Wow-that was, just--wow!" he said finally, brushing his fingers through his thick black hair, and re-adjusting his glasses on his nose. He was trying not to sound as embarrassed as he was.  He looked over at the half empty can of peanuts in the grass, the squirrel was nowhere to be seen. "If this type of stuff is the only thing that can get me friends, then I need to figure out my priorities!" he said, his arms behind his back, face down in the grass like tent poles; holding him up as he looked at the powdery sky...