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- Anonymous 03/24/12(Sat)02:03 No.796357
- >be a broom
- >you are finely made, and proud of this
- >a sturdy wooden handle, bristles of finely wrought plastic, and a smokin' hot pan
- >your owner is a muscular man of fine tidiness and order
- >this time, though, he was brought a small, fluffy thing into the house
- >it is small and fluffy, a new squeegee perhaps?
- >no no, it runs around and talks!
- >you watch with your mystical broom powers as it knocks a glass over
- >that show-off the mop is going to come out now
- >you're surprised as your owner grabs you instead
- >he immediately uses you to strike the poor creature
- >this is not how your factory intended! you lathe would be ashamed
- >it's crying as your fine bristles swat it in the face and scratch its big eyes
- >your owner is roaring, and you are now the "Sorry Stick"
- >you rail against this, hating that an instrument of cleanliness and order is being wielded as a weapon of terror
- >of course, you are just a broom
- >where you once delighted in your charge of cleanliness, you now dread leaving the solitude of your cupboard
- >just this week you have been taken out three times
- >the "fluffy pony" seems to be rather dim-witted, and you pity the poor thing
- >no creature should be beaten about the head and face with you rasping bristles or the stern hardness of your composite wood mulch handle
- >the incident with the grape juice was too awful
- >as the master swung into its little ribs with you oaken body, broom tears slid down your handle with every impact
- >it would wheeze and beg pitiably to put the 'sowwy stick' away
- >alas your handle must fracture its little bones
- >alas your bristles must scratch its eyes
- >whenever it sees you the mewling starts, and she begs this monster that you once called friend to stop
- >at least you think its begging
- >it also pees a lot, and this makes you laugh at the broom
- >after three weeks of merciless beating, the fluffy pony is granted a great mercy
- >taken from this place to the "orphanage"
- >at last, you are a weapon of order again
- >at least until the next creature arrives
- >a dog, brown and excitable shows up
- >if you had a voice, you would warn it of your owner's crimes, of his temper
- >you are, however, a broom and thus lack a mouth
- >luckily, you are not used against this poor beast
- >a rolled up newspaper is instead pressed into service
- >why then, would he choose you, a clearly more powerful tool, to punish such a smaller, softer creature?
- >the paper could not snap fluffy bones or bloody noses
- >you contemplate this as the owner leaves the dog outside for a week while he is else where
- >you watched it wither away in the yard, for it had spilled its water bowl and eaten its food in the first day
- >your owner is a terrible man
- >worse since he replaces the dog with another fluffy pony
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