4:00-They still don't know
4:30-I am put into position
4:45-The children have gathered and I can see the anxiety in their eyes. (If I could smile, I would have the most evilest of smiles.)
4:50-They have begun to beat me as I am raised and lowered; harshly swung to and fro. I am in anguish but I know the pain will all be worth it in the end.
5:00-I open. Cheers turn into disappointment. The happiness is drained from the children's face.
5:01- Dumbfounded, the adults begin to panic as the children wine, complain, and question the perplexing absence of sweets.
I have avenged my dear old friend and I hope that my sacrifice will not be forgotten. That it would be cherished as the day we, piñatas, stood up for ourselves. We shall no longer be taken advantage of and used for childish game. I recognize that I will not make it, but I do not regret my actions to keep the human from their victory.
Hello my dear old friend.
In the last paragraph when you were talking about childish games you forgot the s after games but other than that nice story
ReplyDeleteVery interesting blog. You exploited the topic for the blog very well. You used the topic in a way that most would not think of.
ReplyDeleteDid the piñata eat the candy or something? Good job. It seems a little vague to me. :)
ReplyDeleteHe just got rid of it somehow lol I guess you can make up whatever satisfies you😄
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