Some silly prose from freshman year.

“Everyone stared at me as I lazily strolled down the street. I was being guided along by a heavyset woman, though I hadn’t any idea where she was taking me, or who the woman was, for that matter. She loosely held the end of a rope that looped around my neck. The rope was slack, as she walked slower than I. I could feel the eyes of strangers staring at me. Some were curious, some were shocked, some rubbed their eyes in disbelief. Either way, I had everyone’s attention. The woman in front of me had a displeased frown painted across her face. She did not like the attention. Though there is no way to inconspicuously transport a camel through the streets of New York, I suppose.”