A little fun for me inspired by Roscoe!
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A Toaster’s Autobiography
I remember when I was born like it was yesterday. Well it wasn’t truly the day I was born but up until this moment I was just a lonely bolt sitting in a box of my brothers and sisters as we all awaited our chance to shine and become a part of something bigger. The day I was born started off like any other, I was just puttering about in the contents of my box, exploring the depths deep within it – not for the first time mind you, I was an adventurer searching for a home! Days were spent, months even, where I scooched past the hard pressed shapes of my siblings to explore all four corners of our world! I was the most notorious explorer of my world, the north corner was a place only the fearless bolts (like myself) would go. Have I mentioned to you yet about how I once took on a ferocious dust bunny who threatened to entangle a few of my siblings? No …. Well I suppose that is a story for another time I’m supposed to be telling you about the day I was born … Let’s begin again …
Once upon a time in a factory there was a box …
No, no that is horrible this isn’t a fable this is a true story! Once more please…
Hello, my name is Captain Boomer – such was my name as a bolt and such is my name now that I’m a … well that would ruin the ending now wouldn’t it? I know, I know you’re probably wondering what the big finale is since this is an autobiography about a toaster so of course you’d think that’s how the story ends! I was a bolt but now I’m a toaster, right?! Wrong. Stop trying to get ahead of me and just listen up. I’m Captain Boomer of the 53rd brigade of the almighty … okay we weren’t called the almighty but we were the 53rd brigade and we were mighty. As mighty as a bunch of bolts in a box could ever be anyways. Well one day I was patrolling the southern sector, it’s a quiet place where the worn out bolts...
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