“Look at him!” they’d say. “He can do it all!” Instead, they stick me in the corner and tell me to sit there and wait to get squashed. How fun! If only they knew… I could be revolutionary! That’s for another day, though. Back to doing my boring job…
Just a bench. Just a bench they say. My only purpose as a seat for the parents who aren’t asked to play. If only I could show those stupid humans what’s what. Then they would know. Then they would see my worth! I could do karate! Pow! Pow! Or ballet! Plie! First position! But a bench? No way, josé! This guy could do so much more, but those humans are too chicken to see what I can do. I mean, look at Slidey over there. He’s big. He’s red. He’s twisty. Suddenly everybody loves him. Do they love me? No. Even though I could be big, I could be red, I could be twisty. I could do anything if they just gave me a chance. You seein’ this writing piece. It’s the most interesting thing you’ve read all week. The press would love me.
“Look at him!” they’d say. “He can do it all!” Instead, they stick me in the corner and tell me to sit there and wait to get squashed. How fun! If only they knew… I could be revolutionary! That’s for another day, though. Back to doing my boring job…
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Julianna Reidell
10/26/2017 01:48:50 pm
This is hilarious!
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