- How does an older wooden chair look to a tired person? A termite? An antique collector?
Look at that thing, just sitting there. There’s so many cracks Its not even funny. The shiny wooden color paint has faded away to a harsh tone of brown. Maybe if I sit down on it will finally break. If it does my dead grandpa will haunt me for life. Well not that I believe in that stuff. Who cares, I’m so tired. I cant even walk to my bedroom. Why does my life have to be so hard? Three people dead in my family, and what else can be worse? Oh yes, I almost forgot. Not! My wife left me. How could I be so stupid and actually think she married me because she loved me and not for my money. Who am I kidding? All women are like that. Looking at this wooden chair brings back so many painful memories. Even the annoying disgusting termites tonight don’t matter. Although, “Hey, get off the chair…this ain’t wood…this is plastic! Ok I lied!” “Wow whats wrong with this man. He really needs to get a life! Enough thinking! I want to eat…WOOD! Aha and one more thing……I’m not disgusting! Owww! I’ve lived for 10 years! I’m too old of a bug to die! “Eh I’ll just leave this bug alone. As long, as it promises never to bite me!” Bug whispers, “Ok, I won’t.” “knock, knock, knock..knoooooockkk, BOOOM!” I’m thinking, seriously, who could that be at this time at night? “Hello sir, I’m an antique collector. This means I collect antiques!” Todd replies, “Well obviously.” “Don’t even try to be sarcastic with me! I’m not in the mood!” the antique collector was looking at the wooden chair the whole time. “Look, umm what’s your name again?” “My name is Bill Clinton, please no autographs, Todd.” “Oh so you’re here for the wooden chair, because I noticed you staring at it?” Todd really didn’t want to sell this wooden chair. It had been in the family for years.
- How does a train station look to a train? To a duck flying overhead? To a passenger arriving too late for the train?
I’ve been carrying all these people for hours man! How long do I have to keep doing this? You know I really need a break! I carry fat people! They add more weight on me! They actually do! I carry like 500 people per every train station stop. Ok! A half more mile left and I finally get a rest. I wonder what the next train station will look like. Is it worthy of such a good train like me? Yes! Finally I’ve arrived. What town is this?Naples? You don’t believe me? Check the name of the train station. It’s calledNaples, Italiano Train Station 147.
Flap, flap, flap, flap. I’m so tired of flying! That’s it! I’m stopping for a break. I flew over the Mediterranean Sea and overSpainand on the way stopped for a rest and some food in the city ofMadrid. Now, apparently I’m inItaly, according to this pretty-looking-I-can-see-the-shiny-lights-from-1,000 miles-away train station. I’ve never seen a more beautiful train station in my whole life. Well, not that I’ve been to many you know. Being a duck and all. I’m super duck! Because I can fly!
Oh no I’m late! The wedding is in 35 minutes! How can I be late to my sisters wedding? I’m the maid of honor! You got to be freaking kidding me! Ok I should stop panicking! What am I saying? My sister will be so mad if I’m late! Well if I’m late I better start thinking of a really good excuse. Its ok it’s not like I’m going to lie. I really do have an excuse. I’ll tell her that I was walking to a store on the street and a little girl had a strawberry sorbet in her hand and she tripped over her moms foot and the sorbet went flying and landed in my hair. It went splat! In my hair! I went home and took a shower, got dressed and the train was late a couple minutes over. So? What do you think? It’s pretty good, huh?
- How does a highway look to a tire? To a lost pilot? To a crow?
Maybe rainbow roads should’ve been invented. These same roads are so boring. Yes, they’re smooth and everything but I don’t know. Same old you know? And me! why do I only go round and round? Being a tire sucks. I want to be a bird who can fly or maybe a pilot who can fly a plane. That guy for instance. Yeah I’m pointing to some airplane right now. Well, I’m not exactly pointing. Ha-ha
Oh wow, where am I? People pay me to know! Ok it looks like I’m over some road. Maybe I can just land here. Wait! I can’t land here! Cars are driving! Look at that highway just waiting for me to land on it! I don’t want to kill anyone. Good thing I’m just taking a joy ride on this private jet that I just bought last week. I’ve been dying to try it out. I wanted to try it out and practice before I would actually take someone with me. Aaaah! I need to stop panicking! I can do this! Ok why in the world (hitting it) is that red button blinking? Stop blinking you dumb button! Stop! Stop! This better not be a crash landing! Here I go! AAAAAHHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!
Wow! Whoever was in that plane that just crashed on the grass is lucky to be alive! Man! Good thing that jet didn’t crash on the highway. Speaking of highways is it me or does this highway keep getting wider and wider? The cars look like little bugs from up here and the highway looks like a thin grayish blackish line. CRrrrrrAAA! CRrrrAAA! CRrrrrrrrrrrAAA! I’m an ugly black crow. It sucks. Seriously why couldn’t have I been a swan or something? Now I’m beginning to sound like “swan lake.” You got to admit that was a good movie.