Lena wrote a thing! ABOUT A ROBOT! :D
Across the street from a book store, and at the crossroads of Beeker Street, and Main, there was a park. The Park was rather empty, as school was back in session now. It was cold, and all of the trees’ branches were barren. Despite the cold, and slightly depressing state of the park, it seemed somebody was still there.
He was picking through a garbage can, humming tunelessly to himself as he did. Cans, papers and various other pieces of trash were scattered onto one of the park’s path, having been evicted from the can. A few pigeons had gathered nearby, pecking at the remains of what might have once been a sandwich.