Eeyore

I got out the car and stub my toe again…. *sigh* Yellowstone. My grandfather always said it was the crown jewel of America but I don’t see what the big deal is. The smell of pine needles makes my allergies act up and its cold outside…. I feel dead inside. My grandfather and I trudge along toward the pitiful trail leading into the woods. There is a sign with warnings not to go near bears, looks like I might die today…. “Don’t read the propaganda”, jests my grandfather. Too late, I already did… He doesn't like the stories of the park rangers on the sign, but all I read is I might die. He loves to enjoy the scenery that Yellowstone offers but I just don’t see the point; it will all burn up one day anyway…