The sweater was feeling neglected. It was summer
in New York and she had been relegated to the closet, but she had a plan.
Little Johnny would be running up the stairs any moment and that’s when she
would make her cunning move. The floor boards creeked and Sweater leaped out,
knowing the closet door open. Except it wasn’t Johnny, it was his mother and
she was pissed. “Fucking ratty old sweater.” She rips it like a crazed ape and
throws it through the window, onto the front law.
Moral: Littering is okay as
long as you’re destroying an animated piece of clothing
No comments:
Post a Comment