I trusted the lady with the squinty eyes, that is, until she shoved me really hard into a small cardboard box tightly fitted with 19 others just like myself. She bent me! She didn’t even seem to care! Just before this cruel betrayal took place, I was lovingly Saran wrapped while being told that I would be going on a great adventure. The squinty eyed lady’s parting words to me were, “Everything will be OK. Trust me.”
Soon, my fears become a horrible reality. My heart sank. I felt a massive shiver run up my threaded core. I felt like I was a Holocaust victim being carted off in a boxcar to a concentration camp.
How could this be happening to me?! I’d been so careful to mind my manners, smiled at the factory workers and followed ALL of their rules!! The only stir that I’d ever created was the day, several months ago, when the sprinkler system went off in the factory. I admit, I freaked out in a manner that was a little over the top. I let out an ear piercing shriek and was unable to stop for over two hours!! Had I’d gotten wet, though, it would have been the end to life as I know it. The fear I experienced at that moment was profound. Yet no one heard my screams other than my peers, the humans never heard me. They don’t hear my language. Humans are not very bright.
After being packaged, I spent the next horrific and repressive seven months wondering what turn my life was going to take. Those in the box that were just like me were a complete bore. They all stood in an upright fashion and said not a word. It was like they thought they were soldiers at Buckingham Palace. During my box sentence, I was left alone to think and re-think only my own paranoid thoughts.
When the roof to the box, that I had come to refer to as my coffin, finally opened I quickly composed my light sensitive eyes and began smiling. My hope was to be the one the box to appear most desirable. I prayed I would be plucked first from the box.
To my delight the large woman pulled me first. She had unnaturally long fingernails and was oddly wearing no underwear. She turned me from side to side, examining me. Abruptly, I was tossed into a nearby wastebasket! Without a thought, the big woman selected one that was just like me. He was lifted from the box by her tong like fingernails. Oh! The luck of this Buckingham Soldier! The envy I felt was intense.
The woman peeled off the soldier’s Saran Wrap, then placed him in a place that was so completely hideous I can’t even bear to talk about it. I realized right then and there, that I’d made it through the fire. The squinty eyed woman had not deceived me after all. Everything had turned out OK.