Lonely

I shuffle about the grassy field. The sky is dark above me, yet I can't look up the stars. I just stare at the grayish-green carpet below me, looking around every now and then.

I'm alone, out there in the field. I'm always alone. No one ever wants to come near me. To befriend me. I come out to this place every night, and it's always in solitude. If anyone notices me approaching, they quickly leave the area. They think I don't see them, but I do. And it hurts. Why can't they accept me for who I am?

It's not as if I'm not pretty. I am. And all say that I'm cute and adorable and they'd love to be my friend, but I know they don't mean it. They never do. Even those who stay around once in a while soon discover that they really don't wish to be near me.

So I'm alone.

It's because of one thing. Just one little thing is chasing away the masses from me. And I really can't help it.





The truth is, I smell.

Underground

I came across a strange sight the other day, while I was going about my regular daily schedule. It kind of caught me by surprise, though I guess it shouldn't have.

There I was, strolling down the avenue, when I saw some people bent over, their heads stuck in the dirt. I quickly ran to get a shovel, to try and dig them out, but when I drew close to help them, they each declined assistance.

This struck me as abnormal. Why would someone dig a hole in the sand and bury his or her face beneath the soil? So I asked, and was given this reply "As long as our heads are buried in the sand, the world ceases to exist; all problems disappear. Why risk taking our heads out and reinstating the problems?"

All pleas to these interred fellows to see that the world continues was for naught. Trying to explain that their children were running into the street and were being run over, hurt and broken, fell upon deaf ears. "If I don't see it, it's not happening. I told my child not to run into the street; why would he disobey me?"

Please, I beg you! Ignoring problems will not make them go away. I'm giving you the shovel - won't you dig yourself out so that we can begin to help your children?