Bald, pale white hair with a torn, demoted v-neck, cream coloredand a cream-colored shirt. Brown, filthy teeth as he smiles in delight. Eyes green with a devoted, crazy look. Cologne like a foul smellingfoul-smelling shoe. A huge sickle and hammer tattoo on his left, hairy arm. His movements compare to an unstable Monkey, hemonkey. He rips and crunches open a turnip with his bare teeth. Crunchy and sweet, his mouth grins with pleasure as the leaves fall onto the ground. His loud, humming mower starts like a screeching vacuum cleaner.

He works hard as his mower sulks, it. It wishes that there iswas more to feast on. Across the immense, placid neighborhood, the smell of sturdy grass is released among the air. The roaring sound of his machine leaves people hesitated,hesitant and angry. His spine-chilling smirk scares citizens as they pass by. His unbearable chuckle, feels and relates to a smiling Sun Bear with razor sharp, sturdy claws. His smirk justifies his unbreakable love of mowing. As his mower flushes away every last drop of petrol, he wipes his forehead in a sweat. Fresh fields of linear, flat grass isare spread out evenly in a parallel line. He carefully pulls out the grass catcher, lowers it over the neighbor's fence, and inconsiderately pours it over. After hours of painstaking, back achingback-aching work, his days of being self-centered are over.

The glare of red and blue lights, the uproaring fury of a white charger. Black tires squealing on the hot, rough concrete. The crackle of his transceiver on his shoulders, blurs away as his foot thumps on the gas. As he cruises across the neighborhood, people stare in disbelief. All shocked, they recall every offense and violation committed alone. The sirens scream as it skids across his driveway. A tall liketall-like figure steps out onto...