{This post is part of the "Constrained Writing" Contest hosted here.}
-Us happy folk-
Us happy folk were a simple, but joyful bunch.
We smiled every day, regardless if it was sunny, pounding with rain, dark or beautifully hot on all these fine days. For every day was worth a smile!
I, a happy person, always would skip along and smiled. If I saw people hopping over squares, I played hopscotch with them. If I saw someone playing ball with a bat or dribbling, I always would cheer on my friends, and I always reminded them to stay glad!
We, me and friends, always played the best game when it was the sunniest day out. It was called appendages, but we had to always spot a real happy person first. For then we could see them insanely screaming bouts of joy and laughter for all while tugging at their own limbs. Next, we helped the lad or lass to tug with them so as to keep them happy forever!
Us happy folk consider the experience of pure joy to be one never lost. So, we help those who have no means to secure it by tugging at their limbs 'til their spirit was free to fly away! I knew those spirits would fly to a joyful Heaven while the body lays here. Anyways, we always see the body spurt out wine recklessly, and we're told to drink it. For it is a gateway experience to what it means to have pure joy, and who would pass that opportunity up!?!
Why not us happy folk!