No, this has nothing to do with the crazyt. I just felt that the word door should start with an S.

I scooped up the nadian and the toy ca into my bottle. I pointed at the man and took a dramatic pose. "I'm sorry for greenpeace," I said, and left amid the confused looks of much lesser-minded people.
I walked down the road west, then entered the park. I could tell it was a park because there was a large sign hanging over the enterace read "park".
The park was mostly empty, with a few circular trials that didn't really go anywhere and a lot of shrubbery. The center was cleared of all shrubs and had a man and a booth in it, though. The man, seeing me, cheerfully shouted, "I'm a stamp collector! Look at my amazing array of stamps!"
I looked at the large board hanging behind him, and agreed that his collection of stamps was amazing. About half of them seemed to be crudely made from paper, and one was a peice of cardboard with a stamp badly drawn on it in crayon. "I'm willing to pay anybody who can bring me a rare and unique stamp! Like those ones!" For some reason, he was still shouting. So, I decided to shout back, "Okay," instead of just say it. I did, and he didn't seem to mind.