by OWEN
As it has to be pounded into the ground,
being shaken at the sheer force some people hit it with;
and being attacked, beaten, and
sometimes skinned for a “smoother surface;” while
all it wanted was to be left alone, sleeping
in the grass of the forest until it was found by a hiker,
or even a kid, which
would be the worst torture ever; always in
eternal pain of being hit on the ground, other
kids, and thrown around throughout the
otherwise quiet forest; but the one pro to being
picked up by a kid is being broken quicker;
with the sweet release of death being
the most wonderful thing for a
walking stick.
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