He was sad.

He was sad. His head weighed so much that it fell between his shoulders. He looked like a vulture when he followed his head around. His neck was stronger than sailors’ knots on a new boat. It had to hold up that massive miserable head. The angle his head hung prohibited him from wearing most hats that might have made him happy. He thought he might be happy one day, but then what would he do with his crooked neck and his heavy head. He went on being sad. No one noticed.

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