Let's begin our story with the pink rubber ball's creation. Created in a lovely rubber factory it came into being, not particularly prettier, or exceptionally bouncy or really special in any physical sense. it was small, close to the size of a golf ball, mainly pink the swirls of white whirled throughout it's mass like in in a water current. The pink rubber ball never minded the packaging, or the truck rides, it even began to enjoy it's stay in the machine, watching the other balls go through the steel mechanics and vanish into the world beyond. What it truly loved was the people. Every day the ball watched as children and adults, men and women, girls and boys, and drooling dogs passed by. That's when the pink ball knew what it was meant for. Every time the sound was heard of a coin being placed in it's machine, the pink ball grew excited. It watched as the mechanics below turned and clicked until on of it's fellows were deposited into the waiting hands of an expecting child. The pink ball always loved to watch the face of the child as it started from subtle anticipation to an explosion of merriment and mirth.
Many days and many hours passed, the ball watched indifferently as people came and went, children got their very own rubber ball and they were so excite. Red ones, Blue one's Purple balls with pink swirls. Yet the pink ball sat quietly. Soon something happened the pink ball never expected. For the first time in the pink rubber ball's life it began to feel sadness, it was so lonesome it thought it would cry, if it could cry, or even had a face.
Soon the rubber ball had given up hope many months went by with no hope for being free. Then one day a child stepped up to the machine place his coin inside and turned the handle and. Nothing happened it would not turn, a sense of dread soon filled the rubber ball as it knew any infinitesimal shred of hope had now diminished. The machine was broken. The rubber ball would never see the face of a child light up, would never feel the thrill of being bounced. The ball watched in horror as the sign hung on the machine it promtly read "OUT OF ORDER". That evening when the lights started to go down the owner of the toy store came up to the machine. He was a tall, dark skinned man, wearing a shirt with a cowboy painted on it.
The words underneath the cowboy read "You're my favorite Deputy" This lightened the heart of the pink ball. The man bent down and patted the machine's glass dome with a solemn expression. "I will miss you old friend." He said to the machine. In the pink ball's mind he was talking to it, and this made the pink ball much sadder. The ball heard the tools working to open the steel top to the glass dome, where the pink ball, and the others were resting. Once open, the dome was lifted, tilted and out came the rubber balls, bouncy and festive. The pink ball was near the top of the machine so, naturally it ended u at the bottom of the box. Cramped and stuffed it hjated it's new home and an even new sadness spread throughout it's tiny sphere.
No more children, no more smiles, no more men or women, no more boys or girls. No more silly drooling dogs. Just darkness, cramped spaces and dust.
Finally after years of waiting the ball woke with a start, the box was moving again!
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