MONTY had always loved the town meetings, it was tradition and he’s never missed one. he loved this town and he loved how much other people did too. wrapped his coat tighter around his torso and pressed his shoulders up to his neck. he opened the door and scanned the room for seats. he had found one near the middle ( it was where he always sat for these things and was technically his spot by now ) however, monty being monty, when he sat down, he somehow incorrectly guessed the position of the chair and sat a litle too far forward, causing him too fall on the floor, a loud noise of scrambling and metal clanking rippled throughout the room. “but you see though. . .” monty began, he propped himself up to actually sit on the chair and gave an awkward chuckle as looked at the witness beside him. “the thing is. . .um . . .” his brain struggled to come up with an excuse to his clumsiness.
