Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Drabble: The Tiniest Tin

The Tiniest Tin

The tiniest tin went strolling down the street. A stroll isn’t an easy thing for such a small container, but he still went out every day, because he didn’t want the fact that he was a tiny, tiny tin to keep him from leading an ordinary life.

While he strolled, he chatted with his neigbors. He asked Miss Puddlewink, “Miss Puddlewink, I’m so small that I cannot see over the fence, and I’ve no neck to crane up at the sky. Tell me, is the sky blue?”

“Why, yes!” said Miss Puddlewink. “Yes, wee can!”

“That was awful, Miss Puddlewink.”

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