doll designed by slimedog
it was dark, dusty. a doll lay upon one of the musty cardboard boxes, undoubtedly forgotten. it's okay. just a little bit longer. i'm still worth something to him. a small child, eyes filled with glee as he's handed a set of dolls, all styled after different professions. he comes home, eager to play with his new firefighters and police-people. "how about that one, NAME?" "come on mom, what am i supposed to do with a lumberjack!?" "oh alright." he kept waiting, painted smile and plastic limbs still and unmoving. a puppet with its strings cut. the time never came "look, it's your old toy from as a kid!" "huh, i don't remember that one, put it in the attic with the rest" oh dear a voice. two voices. the feel of cool earth beneath him.
a gentle breeze in his hair- hold on. his hair? this certainly wasn't the attic anymore. he opened his eyes to the tall trees above him. the axe in his lap spoke without a mouth; "good morning sleeping beauty" ah yes. now he remembered. the agreement. the wood pecker to his side looked at him with nervous tired eyes. "you wanna tell us your name?" the axe said, startling the other two out of their locked glance. "clarence" he replied best choice he'd ever made. |
if you chop the other ones, it would be more efficient
i know.
so why dont you?
why take healthy living trees when i can spare these sick ones
the other ones would give wood more than these
not what matters
i dont understand but
okay.
clarence - doll pip - woodpecker chip - axe
i know.
so why dont you?
why take healthy living trees when i can spare these sick ones
the other ones would give wood more than these
not what matters
i dont understand but
okay.
clarence - doll pip - woodpecker chip - axe