Nelson was expressionless as he stepped to the booth. Anya pasted on a smile; inside, she was wary of this man. "May I help you?" she asked cheerfully...Nelson merely stared at her. "I'd like to buy a ticket," he said simply.Anya sighed. Not again... "Sir, this is a private park, and admission is limited to members only. We don't sell tickets."Nelson reached in his pocket and pulled out a notebook. He made a few scribbles, and then turned back to Anya. "How does one become a member of this. “The haters in the mainstream-”“The hateful media constantly brings up about Russia. Yet look at the-”He stopped. He needed something more positive. Enough with the angry rants. Focus on your successes! Tell them you’re making America Great Again. MAGA! And Mike did say to stop mentioning Russia.“Despite the constant negative press coverage,” he attempted to type as he heard a door slam. However, the sudden noise jarred him and his fingers slipped, typing “covfefe” instead of “coverage”. He. Just don't over extend yourself."Sarah looked at the desk a few rows back, and smiled to her momma. Shestraitened up, and purred like a Cheshire cat, before skipping off thestage."Ok, on stage next....the Kitten prance...Kitten Sarah, is that right?" Yes Momma. The younger kittens made this up, especially for the cougarsthey hope to attract."Sarah watched as a group of younger kittens, not yet old enough to betaken in and adopted by a cougar yet, began assembling in the wings.Then a whip. ‘Of course not,’ he said. ‘Dance to Pink Floyd?’‘You could dance to the Rolling Stones,’ she suggested. ‘You like them too, don’t you?’He just grunted in response. The thought alone was ridiculous.‘Perhaps you would like it,’ Louise said. ‘It might even do you some good.’‘And why would that be?’She put down her brush and looked at him.‘I think you live mostly in your head,’ she said. ‘Although that can be a good thing, I also think that the physical part is important. Dancing, sports, etcetera..