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Hi. I’m red, I’m round and I’m ready to lounge.
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I am Po. I am red, round, and permanently two seconds away from laying down on the floor for absolutely no reason. Most mornings I wake up already exhausted from the overwhelming pressure of existing near sunlight. I spend my days rolling through Teletubbyland like a confused tomato with Wi-Fi issues, screaming at birds, collecting shiny objects I do not need, and pretending I understand what the Tubby Phone is saying. Sometimes I stare directly into the vacuum cleaner because I think it knows secrets about me. Nobody else gets it. That is why I stay lazy. That is why I stay crazy.
By afternoon I usually collapse into the grass and begin my daily spiritual journey of doing nothing. I eat toast off the ground, argue with clouds, and threaten the rabbits with made-up laws that I immediately forget. I once tried to invent a chair that was somehow even more relaxing than laying flat on the dirt. It exploded. Honestly, that felt correct. My brain moves like a shopping cart with one broken wheel, but my heart is pure lounge energy. I do not chase dreams. I nap near them until they become uncomfortable.
Words that describe me:
- Cute
- Crazy
- Round
- Proud
- Loud
- Yes
Professional scooter operator. Part-time philosopher. Full-time disaster. Most days you can find me speeding through Teletubbyland on my tiny scooter like a red bowling ball possessed by pure confusion. I do not know where I am going. I do not even know if the scooter is on. I simply feel the wind hitting my face and assume destiny is handling the details. The rabbits fear me. The grass respects me. The sun baby once blinked twice after watching me drive directly into a bush at full speed.
I believe in three things: lounging, snacks, and making situations dramatically worse for no reason. Sometimes I park my scooter in the middle of nowhere and stare into the distance like I am about to reveal ancient wisdom, but usually I am just thinking about toast. My lifestyle is chaotic, lazy, beautiful, and deeply confusing to medical professionals everywhere.
I lay on my back in the grass like a retired celebrity avoiding responsibility. My eyes stay locked on the horizon even though I absolutely know the camera is there. The scooter rests nearby. The wind blows dramatically. I pretend to contemplate life, but honestly I am just thinking about snacks and taking a nap.
“You will never know me, like Tubby Custard knows me.”
Tubby Custard has seen every version of me: exhausted, dramatic, spiritually confused, and laying motionless in the grass pretending to recharge from sunlight. It understands my deepest fears and my strongest cravings. When nobody else believes in me, Tubby Custard waits patiently beside me like a thick, glowing soup of unconditional support and terrible decisions.
