The name’s Key, A. Key. If you couldn’t already tell from my name, I am in fact a key. I am sure you are wondering what kind of things go on in the life of A. Key (sorry…sometimes I speak in Third Person). Things are usually boring. Occasionally I will be taken out and put in a very dark hole that seems to fit my body tightly and turned until I hear clicking noises. Being a claustrophobic and all, I don’t particularly enjoy this part of being a key, but its part of daily life. Another part of my life is being dropped, sat on, swallowed, etc… I have also been dropped down the drain more times than I can count. I have many friends on a thing called a key-chain that links all of us together, but they’re all pretty stiff and not very talkative. I also live in constant fear of going down the drain and never coming back. I still remember Freddie. Poor, poor Freddie. He was much older than me and the wisest of all the keys, but one day when he was off of his key-chain for whatever reason, the furry one came and dropped him right down the drain. Later that day I heard the sound of grinding metal and I knew that it was the end for Freddie. Oh, the keymanity! Now I know that the same fate awaits all of us keys, which is why I am making an organization called the Keys Rights Association. Soon we will gain enough popularity to be recognized by all, and before you know it we will RULE THE WORLD!!! Muahahahaha!