She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Three books already and they still had six more days here! Patrice smiled to herself as she felt the heat of the sun penetrate and warm up her in this relaxing oasis.
Patrice was happy that she had bought some of her old books. She had hated getting rid of them and knew there had been a day that she had wanted to read them. Now, finished with the first three, Patrice was reminded why she chose those books in the first place. Her only fear now was rain.
I don’t know. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I don’t want to blend into my background like you do.
What do you mean, like I do? I like being seen. Why else would I go down there and dodge peoples clumsy steps? Barney, you really think about things too hard.
Marcel, it’s just that I’m not as colorful as you are. I tend to blend more and never be seen. And honestly, have you ever been called a crow? I doubt it! Try that one on for size! A crow! Hahaha, as if. Those guys are too noisy.
Barney, you were called a crow?
Yeah, that one day we were down on the sidewalk when that kid walked up to me. He turned around and told his mother that he just found a crow. Do I really look like a crow?
Barney, you don’t look like a crow. Not to mention, your cooing is much softer than the cawing of a crow. That alone should set you apart.
Well, if you really say so Marcel. Thanks for saying that. But really, do you think anyone can see me up here?
I think I give people the impression that I am personable and friendly. For whatever reason, I always think that people don’t think I am a smart person, even though I am very smart. I find it in my head that I have to not worry about that and see that it is probably some weird perception of mine, but it does go through my head when I think about, when I first meet a person.
Stine Writing 
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