I lie in wait. It is not my choice. The lady
of the house doesn't quite know what to do with me. It's been this way
for quite a while now. Her son bought me. You see I'm part of a package
of peanuts. He ate most of them - even threw some to the squirrels.
He's gone now and here I am left with a bunch of other nuts. I don't
know how they are feeling, but I want a triumphant end to my being.
My shell is softening as I speak. I
still have a woodsy feel to the touch, but I'm cracking like crazy.
People say that she could get rid of me by disposing of me in the park.
The park is a rather barren place and it definitely doesn't feel like
home. I'm afraid that I won't be able to hang around much longer and be
of use to anyone. You see my owner likes cashews and almonds, not
unsalted peanuts in a shell, like me. There doesn't seem to be a solution, unless someone reads this message and decides that I'm a delectable treat after all.
With great anticipation I await my fate ...
Poor peanut.
ReplyDeleteFirst I thought your owner could offer you as a peace offering to the PM or BOD. Come to think of it, that might not work out for either of you.
Maybe your owner could send you off in some measure of enjoyment by talking you to the new play park. That way, you could enjoy the slide, being pushed on a swing etc.
Oh wait. Some director, the PM or whiny member would scream "contamination" and eppy pens would have to be handed out to all the children. After all 99% of them allegedly have peanut allergies. After all, everything's all about "Think about the children!" Oh, they probably would also have to tear down the play structure and build a new one. I'm sure the co-op could get another grant for that somewhere.
Maybe your best bet is to have your owner leave you on the front walk and hope that enough kind people will push you along outside the co-op's boundaries to freedom.
Failing that, I fear you're done for.