Writing Assignment #9
Writing Assignment – Day 9
Changing Moccasins – Point of View (Write a scene at the park – Write the scene from three different points of view.)
The Litterbug
It is a beautiful sunny day without a breath of wind. The sky is as blue as an azure sea without even one fluffy white cloud to break the monotony of the vast expanse of blue. There is only one slender white tail of a jet which has recently passed over high above and beyond recognition by the naked eye.
It is a perfect day for a walk in the park. There are few people out and about ……………… all is quiet and peaceful.
A young man carrying a bag of popcorn is strolling along the curved walkway munching slowly on the popcorn and tossing the occasional one to the pigeons who have learned that persistence in fluttering around the young man with the popcorn may reap even a few more kernels.
Eventually, the popcorn is gone and the young man is left with an empty brown paper bag which he crumples into a ball. He looks around for a garbage can but cannot find one.
“Okay, what am I to do now?” He thinks. “No garbage cans. No pockets in the clothes that I am wearing. Nobody is looking. I’ll just drop it over here by the tree. At least I’ll be rid of it and I won’t have to carry it home.”
The young man innocently looks the other way as he casually drops the crumpled bag behind his back and under the tree. He then hurries to move on before anyone sees what he has just done.
Unfortunately, the young man’s littering activity has been observed by two individuals and the young man has been anything but discreet.
“Young man,” called a little bent-over elderly lady, as she abruptly jumps up from a park bench and runs after him.
“You have just dropped some garbage on the ground in this beautiful park. This park is for everyone’s use and certainly not just for you alone. Just think, if everyone who came through this park, does what you just did, the park would no longer be beautiful. It would be a garbage dump! You have no right to destroy it. Go pick up your garbage!”
The little old lady is very angry and she chases the young man, shaking her fist at him as he tries to escape the verbal barrage by quickly exiting the park gate and heading down the street.
“Oh, oh, more garbage,” mutters the park cleaner as he stabs the crumpled up brown paper bag and lifts it to deposit it into the bag he carried over his shoulder.
“Well, I guess I should be grateful. It is people like that young man, who do create my job. At least I have work that needs doing.”
