Michael grabbed his sweater and he and so did evan. They began walking along michael's trail which went around over half of his property. "So mike...uh how long have wewe lived here?" Evan asked trying to make small talk. "Um let see i moved here in 88 and it is now 1993 so ive lived here about 5 years." Michael answered. "Cool, do wewe know how many rides wewe have on the property?" Evan asked. " Um....hold on let me think." Michael began to orodha off the rides in his head. " I would say about maybe 10 au a little more.", "Cool...do wewe like ever ride them kwa yourself?" Evan asked. Michael gave a slight grin. "Yeah but not all only my favorites." Evan laughed. "So what are your favorites?" he asked. "The spider, the bumper cars and the ferris wheel." Michael replied. "Well lets not just sit here...lets go ride'em!" Evan exclaimed with excitement as he ran toward the rides. "Evan! wait up!" Michael called after him and he ran behind him. Finally michael caught up with him. "Lets ride the pirate ship first." Evan began to take off towards it." Michael still trying to catch his breath from running after him the first time still was leaning mbele on his knees. Evan noticed michael was following him. "Come on mj! why are wewe just sitting there?" , "Could you...please calm it...down... im trying...to...catch my ..breath." Michael gasped between breaths. "Was i too fast for ya?" Evan joked. Michael managed to give him a small grin. "No..im just not as fast as i was when i was kid." Michael replied. Evan laughed and so did michael.


Meanwhile back at michaels house.....

"Honey wheres evan?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked as she walked into the library. "Oh he's out taking a little walk around with michael." Mr. Zimmerman replied, only he seemed if he was up to something. "Honey are wewe planning something?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked. "Why do wewe ask that sweetheart?" Mr. Zimmerman grinned. "Maybe because wewe have that look in your eye....whats going on?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "Well...the plan is still in the works but...i should have it all thought out kwa the end of today." , "What plan are wewe talking about??" Mrs. Zimmerman questioned. "It's a plan to get money out of this so called wacko." Mr. Zimmerman stated. "Your going to steal money from a kind hearted man who helped us in our time of need!!!!" Mrs. Zimmerman shouted. "Well im sure as hell not going to live the high life for a fucking mwezi then go back to living in a homeless sheleter! i refuse to go back to that...besides we need the money." , "You cold moyo son of a bitch!" Mrs. Zimmerman exclaimed as she walked up to him and slapped him. "You listen here and wewe listen good...you will not think of any type of way to try and steal money from this man, wewe can get off your lazy punda and try and go find another job and earn money like every other hard working individual on this planet." , "Okay for one i dont sit on my punda ok..im trying to find work and sekunde this guy dont do shit but just preform to me thats not a hard working job." Mr. Zimmerman grumbled. "He works harder than wewe ever will...you will not plan to steal money from this man is that clear?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "What if i dont listen to you?" Mr. Zimmerman shot back. "Consider going and finding yourself another wife." Mrs. Zimmerman alisema sternly before storming out of the room..........................

part 9 coming soon :)