On one of the many adventures Jeemo took out in the world, he encountered a ball. Shooting the ball razor glares, he was quite annoyed with it being directly in his path. A sly grin slid on his face, and he gave a dark chuckle as he drove a hard kick into the side of the ball. Flying from Jeemo's path, the ball drove into a lonely pole in a wide blank park. The pole, wanting to remain lonely, rejected the ball, and sent it soaring back at Jeemo. The ball left a red mark on Jeemo's face before bounding back into the path of the irritated little man.
Mmm, having taken his time sauntering along the path, caught up to and passed Jeemo, stepping over the ball without shedding it so much as glance.