We the Proud

Poncho:

He ran and ran and ran and ran. When he was done, he ran some more. He grew older than all around him but never ceased to run. Day in and day out, nothing satisfied him more than running. He was the best, no one could out do him. In his eyes, all the glory of the world belong to him and him alone. Over time his ideas blinded him from what was truely important. He ran some more.

There came a day when he was frowned upon by envious eyes. All they saw him do was run and they did not like this. They used all of their power to keep him from running, but his passion for running swatted down all of their attempts. It is his Saturday morning and yet he is still running, his week is almost over. Their chance to provail is on the horizon. Run on till morning.

They could not stop him so they did the only thing they could, they ran. At first he did not so much mind but then he realized he was falling behind. How could this be? He was the world champion and no one could out run the one who all he did was run. It is sad to see that he still thinks he is all that runs, for he was the one who ran and that shall always be. He falls so far behind that his running would remain all that he knew. For this reason, our poor chum decided to do whatever he can. So he ran and ran and ran and ran.

-Evad