I arrived on the shelf at
8.30am. For the first few hours of
sitting no one came near the baked goods aisle.
Obviously not a good time for us. Then midday arrives and people are
hungry for buns and doughnuts, but no one looks at the apple pies. No one. I feel
sad.
So I sit and wait. I have 1.5 days left on my tag, otherwise it’s
“bye bye, Miss American Pie”, as the great Don McClean once sang.
The afternoon is slow, some apple
pies are bought but I am left in the shelf.
I really don’t want to go to the rubbish bin. That would be a good whole
waste of an apple pie and the end of my life.
It is now coming to the end of
the day, the shop is about to close and I am still on the shelf. But there is always tomorrow. Hang on, hey, someone is coming, they are
looking at the apple pies, they are looking at me. Maybe this is my chance. Is it? Oh yeah he
picks me up, I have pulled, I have scored. Give me a high five!
He takes me to the counter and my
bar code is scanned. Money changes hands
and I am put into a plastic bag. We
leave the shop together, woo hoo I am happy.
We get into a car and it’s off we go. Freedom for me. No bin for me.
Yeah!
The car stops, we get out and go
into the house. I get taken out of the
bag and put into a big cold cupboard. It’s
so cold. I am not liking this. What have I done to deserve this? It is so cold.
I am shivering. How long will I have to
stay here? It’s Baltic in here.
Finally, after what seems like
decades I get taken out of the cold place.
I am being carried then am put into another enclosed place. This time it is hot – so so hot. I think I have gone to hell. I am dying. Think I would have preferred to go into the
bin. LET MEEEEEEEE OUTTTTTTTTTTT. That’s it I’m dead!
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