He’s stuck inside a special place and wants to go out. But he’s smiling, he’s not sad.
I think he’s in a boat, looking out a little window.
He’s trying to lift his foot, his whole leg. But he’s smiling, so it doesn’t hurt.
He’s lifting his leg and laughing. He’s got his legs crossed.
If you turn this thing this way, you get a different picture.
He’s laughing, he’s happy.
He’s making fun of himself, he’s not suffering.
He’s not acting right, he’s acting a little dysfunctional. He looks like he’s handicapped.
He’s raising his foot, and it’s really painful, but he’s smiling, he wants to check it.
He’s a comical man. He’s not suffering, he’s smiling.
He’s happy, and he’s pulling on the lace on his shoe.
In his head, he’s saying, “This is a crazy way to start a day.”
He’s pulling his leg up as much as he could; he wants to go higher.
Maybe he wants to win that it’s the highest in the room.
He’s in a boat and looking out the window. He doesn’t have enough room to sit down.
I don’t think it’s stockings he’s got on, because his leg is showing.
He’s got socks and shoes on.
He’s bending the rest of his arm above the elbow.
He’s making fun of himself, to make an advertisement of himself.
He’s looking for a miracle.
He’s got a very small space. He can’t get himself out of that position.
Maybe he’s an actor, making an advertisement.
His left leg is going up, and it goes down behind where his shoe shows.
We are around watching him, the people that are here.
I think somebody is making a picture of him.
He’s got his arms stretched out; it’s pushing the other one underneath the foot.
Probably it hurts him, and he’s laughing so you shouldn’t know it.
That’s a terrible position. Hopefully, he’ll cross his legs and straighten himself out.
He has to put his leg down, but he can’t. He’s stuck.
Your bones get tired when you cross your legs.
He’s hugging the pillow for support.
I think he’s exercising, only one foot showing.
He’s holding a piece of his clothes to hide the rest of his body.
He’s trying to bring his knee to his nose!
I think he’s a very strong man. He does yoga every day.
Hiya, fella! What’s your name? I expect him to answer.
His name’s Koby. Richard. Mort.
I’d like to speak to him. He’d answer me, “I want to make funny for the people, so that the people can laugh from me.”
I’d tell him, “Cut it out!”
I would ask, “How does your back feel?” He says he’s trying to smile to tell me.
He’ll finish his comedy, go home, wash himself, have a nice rest and invite a few very good friends.
I think he has a girlfriend, and they’re very happy together.
He didn’t suffer; this is a comedy!
Created at the Freda Mohr Senior Center
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