Once upon a time there was a boy; a small boy with whispy hair and squinty eyes. This boy had a name, and his name happened to be Geoffrey. Geoffrey liked swimming. He liked to swim so much that his father paid to have a swimming pool built in the middle of their garden so he could swim whenever he liked. Every moning before school Geoffrey would run down to the pool and jump into the middle making the biggest splash he could. The water would be so cold, but he would jump straight in without a second thought. Geoffrey would swim for ten minutes, before he got out and trapsed his dripping path back to his house where his mother would be waiting with a warm towel to envelop him with as soon as he walked through the door. Geoffrey went to a private school where he got to wear a large straw hat. Some people called this a boat, but Geoffrey didn't understand why. He didn't think it looked like a boat. He thought it looked more like a hat than anything else. But he never corrected anyone when they called it a boat. Geoffrey liked his school. He liked his classmates. He liked doing his homework. He liked eating the sandwiches his mother made for him under the large helicopter tree outside his classroom. Geoffrey liked helicopters. He liked the way they spun in the air.

 

At the age of 29 Geoffrey sexually assaulted three young boys. He was arrested and diagnosed as insane. Geoffrey now live in Cherry Grove hospital. He gets to swim all he likes. And he can spin like a helicopter all the time, strapped to his bed in the dark.