A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

That monkey is taking liberties, I tell you. He's got no respect. We're in this burlap bag together for not even ten minutes and his paws are already wandering south. 

Maybe he can't help it. It is a tight fit in here. You think I'm being too sensitive? True, I am feeling out of sorts.

It's just that I gave that human boy the best years of my life and once I got a little long in the tooth, it's "bye-bye, Panda." Out to the curb. Out to the curb with a flag, a purple creature who is, let's be honest, a bit of an idiot, and a no-good monkey.

What's going to happen to me in my old age? I've never been concerned with that before. Sure, I've coasted by on my looks. What young stuffed animal hasn't?

But now it's a future collecting dust at the Goodwill for me, or (gasp) used as a dog toy.

Wait, here comes a lady. Oh, she looks nice. She's smiling at us and it's a warm smile, a "I want to put you on my shelf and not feed you to my dog," kind of smile. 

Looks like I've still got a bit of that ol' Panda magic left in me. Ho! ho!

Wait. She's taken the monkey and is walking away. No! I'm the one you want. I'm the one. 

Now it's just me and the purple guy. "You come here often?" he asks me.


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