Breck

Breck looked down and tried to find the school where his new reward was. Up in the sky the view of the land all looked the same. Suburbs. How on earth Americans could handle it he never knew. Singing a song and raising his eyes to the sky he did a little dance. Oh! How he had craved this assignmet and finally he had been rewarded for his works. He looked back down onto the suburbs. This time instead of cement and pavements with cars rushing past, he saw light and darkness. The overwhelming greyness and flickering of lights troubled him immedietely and he began to understand why he had been assigned along with so many others to work for the cause. No worries though. For the LORD was always victorious. He leaped of his perch and glided down to one of the buildings which was filled with bright lights flickering off and on. He had noticed the place by the surrounding darkness trying to suffocate it. He landed on the asphalt with a twist of balance; years of riding and dancing in the wind in praise payed off as there was few who were blessed with flying in such ease and celerity. He ran a bit and then leaped on to the campus grounds. He walked past the teenagers who were talking and shouting while climbing into cars going home. He looked around as the teenagers walked around him, completely oblvious of his presence. Suddenly his eyes brightened and he thanked the LORD for he had found his reward and his reward was filled with spirit and a house was present.