It was an overcast, summer afternoon.Like a lazy , sleepy sloth, John relaxed on the car. He finished his cookies and gently dropped the wrapper on the pavement. Like a raindrop,it fell to the ground. I open the door slowly like opening the milk carton. He walks and sees an ugley girl he acts like a little kid. He coppys her and almost die of it. He gets carried away like a little kid. He gets hit by a car hard like my friends head. He flies/flips like a pancake. When he gets hit with the car he flies he lookes like the circus.