Ok, so I sort of told someone (Kenz, this is for you) that I’d post something I wrote when I was young…..er. Either it’s the lateness of the hour (about 1:45 am) or I’m still buzzing from icecream and weekend joy, but here. Written in college for an English Lit. class is: The Life of an Animal Cracker.“Boy, this box is cramped.” “I wonder where I am.” “You’re in a box, stupid.” “Yeah. That much I know. But where? And what are we all doing here?” “How should I know? One minute, I’m being pressed out into the shape of a zebra, the next, I’m in a cramped little box, stuck in here with a bunch of other animals and being thrown around like a ball.” “Wow, it’s dark in here.” “No doubt. And it’s warm, too. How much air is left? Can we breathe much longer?” “What’s ‘breathing’?” “I don’t know. I heard some human say it in the big building.” “Really? They must be smart.” “I guess so. You know, I heard one of them say we were going to something called a ‘store’. I wonder what that is.” “Well, I think we’ll find out now. Someone’s picking us up again.” “Here we go, everybody. Get ready!” “Get ready for what?” “Oh, stop with the questions already! Nobody knows, or they would’ve said so!” “Hey, we’ve stopped again. And I hear voices!” “What are they saying?” “Shhhhh! I can’t hear!”
“Now, Jimmy, sit still and I’ll give you your animal crackers. No, be nice, or you can’t have them.”
“Alright, alright. Here, let me open them for you.”“Hey! I see light! Somebody’s letting us out!” “Ouch! Hey, little human! Don’t squeeze so tight! You’re squishing me! Ouch! Give me my leg back! Ow! Ow! OW!” “Look what that human did to Lion! Did he do something wrong?” “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” “Me, either. Let’s get out of here!”
“Now, Jimmy, don’t tip over the animal crackers. Oh, now look. Some of them have fallen on the floor. No, you can’t eat these, they’ve got dirt on them. Now I have to throw them away.”
“Here, now be careful with them.”“Geez, did you see that? That nasty little human ate tiger WHOLE!” “Yeah, well at least we escaped.” “Yeah, but look where we are now.” “It smells in here.” “No kidding.” “Where are we?” “Oh no, not this again.”
*cringe* I can see a zillion ways to make this better. How did I get positive reviews from classmates – and my teacher? Ack. I want to re-write this so badly, my fingers itch! But, this is about putting this out there, raw, as it was in college….so, I’ll hit the button now….