Not so much a 'park' as Seth Moribund's front yard. Seth donated the land to the town when mowing it once a year became too much of a bother for him.
Delighted with the prospect of having a park in their fair town, the council immediately hired Seth to keep the lawn tidy and to be sure that the bramble bushes did not
get out of hand. Seth seems particularly pleased with his job, though. He can be seen with a suspicious grin on his face as he carefully clips the grass and trims the brambles.
A park bench was added three years ago for the enjoyment of the townfolk. The only one who ever used it, however, was Seth, who was also paid to paint it.
Unfortunately, it was destroyed when Jimmy-Boy-Billie-Bob Michael James O'Shaunesy Hyphen Smith tried to carve his name into it with the chainsaw he got for Christmas.
The bench has never been replaced.
To the right is a picture of the recently-added bird bath. "'Tis providence, I tells ya," Seth claims. "'Twas rainin' buckets
the night it showed up an' the lightnin' and thunner scared the bejeepers outa me so's I durn near dirtied my britches. Then I heared this awful screech in the dark, right there on the
corner o' Bigby Street, and then I heared this hubcap a'rollin' down the street and the
dad-gummed thing just rolled right on up in the park and plunked 'erself right down there on the grass as purty as ya please. By mornin', t'were fulla water and there be a bird just a'swimmin'
up a storm in 'er. Didn't have the heart to boot 'im out, so's I just left 'er there. Fills 'erself up right fine every time it rains!"