Zachary Fudge loved to play with boomerangs. The problem was he lived in a huge Citi that didn’t have many parks. And a few times he got to the park, it would be crowded and it wasn’t possible to practice with his boomerang. So he threw at once and it hit a girl and the cops arrested him. When he tried to practice at night, there were drug dealers and junkies and prostitutes all around, and it wasn’t safe. Zachary moved out to a farm, but he never did get better with a boomerang. Or farming, to be perfectly honest.