Why don't people write as many blogs as they used to? It takes about a day to see any new blogs, and even then it's only about one or two. Almost no really interesting ones. Now for the blog.

Please Help Me

Can someone please help me find a kid?

I should probably explain a little more, huh...

Okay, a few days ago I was at the park. I thought it'd be fun to take my baby niece with me since she's a kid and kids seem to like things like swings and sand and all that. Naturally though, I didn't let her near the filthy slides and whatnot because, well, dirty children touch them all day long. Probably some gross adults too, I wouldn't know, I'm just saying I don't want to risk having the kid play with what a... "silly" adult might have, uh... desecrated.

So, yes, instead of letting my niece play with that stuff I brought a ball for her to play with. We were having fun, throwing the ball around, and I should probably mention at this point that the park is located right by a freeway. I don't know, it seems like a detail you might find helpful or at least interesting.

Moving on, there were some people in the park who seemed to be out advertising their cult or whatever. That's what it looked like anyway. What happened was I threw the ball to my niece but she missed and it ended up hitting one of those people. They got a bit upset and started shouting for me to come over. There was a big angry guy shouting at me in the middle of the park, and, well... What would you do in that situation? I went to go get my ball back, of course.

Oh, another thing you might be interested to know is that it was night with the moon just about full. And I'm someone who likes to make people laugh. That's why I had part of a gorilla costume on hidden in my sleeve.

I walked over and the guy was pretty mad. He shouted "What's wrong with you?! Who throws a spiked ball at someone?!"

By the way, I'd taken the ball my niece and I were playing with from a costume shop earlier that day. The same place I got the gorilla glove from, actually. The ball was from some weapon prop, I think it was called a mace and chain.

Anyway, he kept going on for a while, I don't remember it all, but finally he said "What, are you an animal?!" And right then I shouted "Aaaaarrghhh!!! The full moon! I'm transforming!"

I dropped to the floor moaning while clasping my left arm and pulling down my sleeve to show the gorilla hand.

He was pretty surprised at first but then he seemed to get what was going on after I told him I was a weregorilla. He said "Oh, I get it, smart ass. You have a gorilla arm and a stupid head." I don't think he liked the joke.

By then, people were watching and a police officer had arrived. When the officer saw me on the floor grabbing my arm and crying while the guy was shouting and holding a big spiked ball the officer told him to freeze and pointed his stun gun at him. The officer shouted "Tell me just what on Earth happened here!". I shouted, still on the floor, "He took my ball and called me a stupid head! And he said something about my butt... "

By this time I'd lost sight of my niece. She was walking over to the edge of the park before, near the freeway. I didn't mention this yet, but most freeways by public areas have a fence up to keep people off. This park had a fence, but it fell down a while back. Anyone, even a baby, could easily walk onto the freeway because of that.

Back to what was going on: The angry guy was trying to explain what happened, but the officer was already handcuffing him and bringing him over to the cruiser along with my ball.

As it turns out, the people who I thought were a cult were just the angry guy's family. The son was about 5 or 6. They were out talking to people about an event in the park that was coming up.

I still wanted my ball back, and thought the kid would understand and would want to return it to me. Unfortunately, they left before I could ask, I don't know why.

After that I went over to the freeway to look for my niece. I found her by some bushes though, still in the park but far from the freeway. Then we went home.

So what I need help with is finding the angry guy's kid. I'm sure he'd help me get the ball back. Can anyone help with that?

By the way, someone should fix that fence. Kids could wander onto the freeway.