Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Clothing writing

Yuppee, my owner is reaching for me. Oh wait he wasn't going for me. Again abandoned in corner of the room, forgotten, just about torn to pieces, smells of mouldy blue cheese. 

I was once glowing bright red with brown brim. I'm tall and wide about 21 cm because my owner stretches me. Now my owner ignores me it's like I don't even exist. Why has he left me, he got a new top hat, he called it Fred. He loves Fred, he even wears Fred at night. I feel horrible. I miss my owner.

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