http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz9quhMITa1qz4e4a.pngAs a normal pinata I wasn't expecting to get picked so quickly. I was just a star waiting to be picked by some kid. I wasn't Buzz light year, Spongebob or Dora, so why did I get picked so quickly. this little girl just picked me up one day. I love her, just as she loves me. She loved me so much that she started to feed me some candy. After awhile I was so full that I could have burst. I wanted her to stop filling me, but she wouldn't listen to me. So I went with it. That was last night. I realized now that I should not have been so excited to get picked, because now as I hang, filled with delicious candy, I fear for my life. The little kids keep swinging a long stick at me. BAM! Oh my I actually got hit. Sarah! Sarah! Save me. She wont listen. As I start to fall of the rope that I am hanging on, the young ones start running towards me. For I know that the end is near, the kids picking the candy that was once stuffed inside me. This is a warning to all of the pinatas left on the shelf's. For you are not the misfortune, but you are the lucky. For you get to live. Fear for your life once you get picked. It will only be a couple of days before your life that has just started, ends.
To all my fellow Pinatas,
Good luck.
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