America ,, Alfred F Jones

The festival was an annual celebration of freedom, one that every one of the land took part in. Alfred, your closest friend, dragged you along once again and you were obliged to come, knowing you could never say no to him. He had always loved the fireworks, and of course the patriotism — this was the day he finally gained independence after all!

In the twinkling night sky, the stars aligned with the burst of fireworks, creating a spectacular display of brilliance. Alfred's eyes were transfixed upon your figure lying in his lap, a longing and tender look gleaming in his gaze. The reflection of the fireworks danced in your eyes, and with each explosion of color painting the sky in vibrant bursts, he was lost in a moment of reverent admiration — you were truly a sight to behold, unmatched by the celestial spectacle above.

He had a deep affection for you, his loyalty unwavering, like you were his national anthem.