you see what i did to the other two
Day Three Hundred and Eight:
Yes you there looking all whole and intact and we'd like to keep it that way wouldn't we, yes we would. Then we'll need to see some better behaviour. Oh you say you don't do anything wrong but I see you hanging there looking all smug that you're the only one there who has been left untouched by the ravages of time but it'll come to you. It'll always get you in the end.
It's already got the poor poor pocket. Spending it's days carrying a load has worn itself down to an unimaginably shreaded individual. It really has gone to pieces. A break down of monumental proportions. If it ever had to carry it's marbles it would soo lose them all over the floor.
Ah but it has a tough skin. A hide that's like tanned leather and twice as pretty. Shining in the sun...or rather lamp light. Keeping off the rain and most importantly keeping in the smell. I'll survive a bit longer before being put out to pasture.