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 Be Good To Bags First I was in a box now… I’m on a wall… It was a week ago. When a little girl named Sally took me out of the box. She started to draw on me. She was a pretty good drawer. She took out some colored pencils. She colored me. I’m not going to brag but I looked pretty good. I don’t think she was done. She wrote words on me. It’s like I’m getting a tattoo. Because that stuff that she is drawing on is my skin. Well I think I should tell you what the bag looked like. It had a polar bear on a piece of ice. That is what it looked like. When she was done. She put me in a box with my friends. I was on top of a few. Some were on me. She person took me out of the box. That person after the school bell rang put me in a car! I thought I was getting the VIP car ride. I fell asleep while in the car. When I woke up I was on a wall!! I wanted to find the person who did this to me. Then I saw a sign that said Safe Way. The people of Safe Way kidnapped me. I couldn’t believe it. I had to get out of that place. Then I saw people coming in the door. I thought I saw Sally. It wasn’t, but at least I was with my friends. Not with some person that I don’t know. I hope I’ll reunite with Sally. If I don’t I know I’ll be sad for life. I hope I don’t get recycled. You know we bags have at least one more life. Because we can get recycled. That is a good thing but we turn into a soda can. Then we go in the trash so the point is BE GOOD TO BAGS. That is the lesson of this story. Anyway I was on the wall. I was yelling and screaming and all that stuff. Nobody heard me they just looked at me. People came in and took my friends off the wall. Not me. It looked like kids for Sally’s class. I think those kids did those bags. So Sally must be coming. I waited about a day but Sally didn’t come. Then Sally came. Was she going to take me down? No, she walked right by. I saw her walk over to the manager. The manager told her she could take me down. She did and it was the happiest moment of my life. Sally took me to her house. She put me on her wall. I was happy there. Article posted April 29, 2010 at 04:03 PM • comment • Reads 706 • see all articles |
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