He had a mind of its own. The mind would perform acts of kindness to others. The mind would touch others, radiate smells of popcorn, hear out what people had to say, and taste the bitterness of authority. Starbucks on main street would speed up this process. The mind would treat others disrespectfully. Would you call it disrespect? Or would you call it individualism? He needed to put some bop in it. Because the mind would do this, there will be no turkey on thanksgiving. In any way, he was to be sure to listen to your elders. The red car of the menace would be nothing but a spaceship for him to glide in. Sherm must make sure he proceeds with caution. He will pursue his dream and become an accountant. The color of the tree will turn pink. The tree will take a nap, walk itself home, and eat a pizza. He said “Hasta la vista!”. Soon later the mind will empathize and be there for anyone.