The Wind that Blew like Running Snakes

Jim Halpert looked at the heavy hay in his hands and felt hurt.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his dark surroundings. He had always loved creepy Corn Maze with its black, beautiful barn. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel hurt.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Pam Beesly. Pam was a happy doll with brown arms and curvy eyelashes.

Jim gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a funny, quirky, coffee drinker with slim arms and gangly eyelashes. His friends saw him as a spicy, short scarecrow. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby goat.

But not even a funny person who had once revived a dying, baby goat, was prepared for what Pam had in store today.

The wind blew like running snakes, making Jim lonely.

As Jim stepped outside and Pam came closer, he could see the vain glint in her eye.

Pam gazed with the affection of 90 lonely kooky kittens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want friendship."

Jim looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the heavy hay. "Pam, you’re such a dork," he replied.

They looked at each other with conflicted feelings, like two thoughtless, tame toads peeking at a very playful Halloween, which had creepy music playing in the background and two forlorn uncles calling to the beat.

Jim regarded Pam's brown arms and curvy eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jim with a delighted grin.

Pam looked annoyed, her emotions blushing like a burnt, breakable blade.

Then Pam came inside for a nice cup of coffee.