There once was Gimbo. 
               He was nice and lovable. But he never wanted to do anything. He would lay in the grass and watch daisies or clouds. The sun would rise and the sun would set on Gimbo dreaming away. When ever his friends would ask if he wanted to go swimming or go grab some food, he said he didn't want to. He never wanted to do anything.
              His mom would ask him to take a bath and he would reply that he didn't want to. His mother would say "One day you will have to do something." Gimbo would say "I dont want to think about that." He never wanted anything because he never needed anything. He just watched the clouds pass by.
               One day he saw the most beautiful sight, Ximbi. She was the most elegant thing he had laid his eyes on. 

                        Finally, he wanted something. 
             
               He tried everything to get close to her. He tried cooking, but he didn't know how. He never wanted to learn. He tried rowing a boat, but he couldn't. He never wanted to learn. He tried climbing a tree, but he couldn't. He never wanted to learn. He couldn't eat or sleep because of his overwhelming want to be with Ximbi. 
               Eventually, she moved away and Gimbo returned to his old ways. He would lay and watch the clouds and the daisies. The sun would rise and the sun would set on Gimbo dreaming away. 

But now he wasn't happy. 


He was lonely...

                                                 -Quasimodo