It was a dark, stormy night
until Gerry stepped outside and his radiance drenched the world with light. He inhaled deeply, causing a pleasant breeze to sweep across the flowery field surrounding his home. "Ahhhh
what a Ger-tastic day," he said. "A perfect day for a run!" He reached under his welcome mat and pulled out a large butcher knife. "Not that I need the exercise. Just look at these glutes!" he exclaimed to no one in particular, gesturing to his beautiful behind. Suddenly, with the grace of a gazelle in an ice-skating rink, the leapt through the air and began prancing through the field of daisies, butcher knife in hand. The sight was truly stunning as Gerry flew through the flowers with great stridesso gorgeous, in fact, that the daisies themselves began to sing. "Sing, my pretties, sing!" he cried.