Twine
I have a ball of twine. It’s white, and is about 3 inches across. I
like
my ball of twine. The
ball is my friend. It can tie stuff up, or keep packages from falling
apart. Twine’s keen. I
bought my twine at a hardware store. The man who sold it to me was
really nice. I don’t
think he would have sold it to me if he knew what I was going to use
it for. Hehehehe. I’m
going to use my twine for all sorts of fun stuff. I like to tie stuff
up, like bunnies. I don’t like it
when my bunnies get loose. Then they run away. Then I’m lonely. So
I keep my bunnies tied
up really good. Then they can’t get away. But, I forget to feed them
sometimes. Then my
bunnies die. That makes me sad. And angry, because then I have a dead
bunny. Dead bunnies
are no fun. But I can always catch new bunnies, ‘cause bunnies are
really dumb. I like my bunnies.
Every so often I have to move my bunnies to another tree. You see,
I tie my bunnies outside,
so’s they can frolic. It’s fun to watch frolicking bunnies. Bu, they
don’t frolic very well around
other bunnies that have died. So I have to move my bunnies from tree
to tree, so they can get
away from the smell. I suppose I should use the bunnies that’ve died
for fur and stuff, but I heard
fur is murder, so I don’t wanna be a murderer. I suppose the bunnies
would be more happy to
be free, but then I’d be sad and the man at the hardware store wouldn’t
sell much twine. I like
twine. I buy lots of it all the time.