my gargoyle named Nate

What was that huge thing leaping over the gate? My eyes did not lie; it was a gargoyle named Nate. I had not seen him since my birthday when I was eight. I asked where he had been, and he showed me a skate. I have been winning contests around the world now. The spectators are amazed, and all say, “oh wow!” I skate with only one skate in Sweden and Glasgow. I asked him if he still tormented my grandpa’s cow. Bessie is dead, but there are others I bother. Last Wednesday I annoyed dreams of your father. He was always a jokester, my gargoyle named Nate. I was glad that he had stopped by my garden gate.