Harry the Garden Slayer

There once was a man named Harry and he loved to trash the gardens of any person who did not write cursive as well as he did. He would get in his pickup truck and drive into their yards and drive all over their petunias, their marigolds, their roses, their ivy, their pachysandra, and their tulips. I met Harry one day and he was yelling to anyone that if they did not write as well as he did that they had no place in the universe. I tried to say hello and Harry just walked about as if I did not exist. I have since sent Harry a sample of my own writing and I hope that he does not drive through my garden. So far, Harry is yet to tell me that he read or received my own writings. That's ok. I hope that Harry is ok. I don't think he really means to run over people's gardens but sadly Harry is just tubby and hates eating peaches. This was ok but I missed getting to know him before he became so tubby. Something tells me that Harry might have been a precocious boy and maybe he even had a few favorite toys as well. So Harry, if you are out there. I am waiting to meet your acquaintance in real time. If you want to read my writings that's great, but be advised, we have no tulips in our garden and I don't think we have any marigolds either. Thanks!