I am a little donkey piñata full of many bright colors and paper. I usually hang from high places but today i was stored in a closet where it was dark and full of party decorations. I sit in the closet waiting to be hung. It has been a well over two hours and nothing. Just the same old me sitting in this closet. I hear people in the house all cheering and singing a song i have never heard of and it went like this,”..... Happy Birthday to you…” and that’s all i could remember but i have the catchy tune in my head still. I hear many children running around the halls with cheers and laughters all around. Why can’t I have that much fun. I can see the shadows blinking from under the door of the closet when someone approaches close to me or passes the door
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I saw footsteps shadows coming close to me, finally I can have fun. Or at least it what i envision. So a young adult male had opened the door and grabbed me from my hook which was on top of my head, and took me with him. I was wondering what fun activity are we going to do but, instead i was taken to a corner room where not very much people were in. An adult female, which i believe happens to be the mother of the child who had invited me to his Birthday party by buying me from the store was in the room along with two other adults. I had seen big candy bags on a table with a decorated stick. I wondered what it was for. The adult male grabbed a cardboard cutter and used it on me . He opened the top of my head and I was just standing there in his arms with no pain. I didn’t feel a thing. The Mother had and the other adults ripped open the candy bags and poured them into my head and stuffed my whole boy. I think i gained about five more pounds. The guy had taped me back up and grabbed me by my hook and took me outside. I saw a gigantic tree and we were heading toward it. He tied me to a long rope and I was moved to the center of it. The man climbed the tree holding me. He threw the other side of the rope to a man that was on top of the house. He caught the rope and there it began the two men swinging me in the air. It felt so much fun, it was worth the waiting in the closet. The lady calls out to children eating cake, “Ready for some candy” and little children ran out of the house with frosting all over their faces. They all lined up, and the first kid was given the stick in his hands. I wondered what is was for. There again I was swinging in the air the child tried swinging at me. One, Two Three, the third time he hit me, but no feeling. The second child in line xwung at me and within the first swing he hit me. Then the second was missed, as well as the third. The next kid in line swung at me, he had much force, the first swing he hit me. Then the second swing he hit me with extra force, and BAM i had been broken in half and i fell on the floor like a hopeless thing lying there. I thought to myself ,”what have they done,” my happiness was gone.
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I saw footsteps shadows coming close to me, finally I can have fun. Or at least it what i envision. So a young adult male had opened the door and grabbed me from my hook which was on top of my head, and took me with him. I was wondering what fun activity are we going to do but, instead i was taken to a corner room where not very much people were in. An adult female, which i believe happens to be the mother of the child who had invited me to his Birthday party by buying me from the store was in the room along with two other adults. I had seen big candy bags on a table with a decorated stick. I wondered what it was for. The adult male grabbed a cardboard cutter and used it on me . He opened the top of my head and I was just standing there in his arms with no pain. I didn’t feel a thing. The Mother had and the other adults ripped open the candy bags and poured them into my head and stuffed my whole boy. I think i gained about five more pounds. The guy had taped me back up and grabbed me by my hook and took me outside. I saw a gigantic tree and we were heading toward it. He tied me to a long rope and I was moved to the center of it. The man climbed the tree holding me. He threw the other side of the rope to a man that was on top of the house. He caught the rope and there it began the two men swinging me in the air. It felt so much fun, it was worth the waiting in the closet. The lady calls out to children eating cake, “Ready for some candy” and little children ran out of the house with frosting all over their faces. They all lined up, and the first kid was given the stick in his hands. I wondered what is was for. There again I was swinging in the air the child tried swinging at me. One, Two Three, the third time he hit me, but no feeling. The second child in line xwung at me and within the first swing he hit me. Then the second was missed, as well as the third. The next kid in line swung at me, he had much force, the first swing he hit me. Then the second swing he hit me with extra force, and BAM i had been broken in half and i fell on the floor like a hopeless thing lying there. I thought to myself ,”what have they done,” my happiness was gone.