"The grass is always greener on the other side," muttered a determined Gwyn. She sat completely still on the white plaster walls of the kitchen, passed by its inhabitants as an unnoticed speck. Her huge, gooey eyes remained glued to her destination and her small, paper-thin wings buzzed eagerly as she waited to launch into flight. And today I will make it to that other side, she finished mentally.
Her destination in fact wasn't really green, or even grass for that matter, but a shiny silver can. Its insides were lined in a filmy black bag, full of nothing more than delictable trash. Images of soggy apple cores, moldy orange peels, stale bread slices and cracker crumbs flooded the hungry little fly's mind. Gwyn's mouth began to water, as she began to count down.
Five.... Four.... Three.... Two...-
Before she could even imagine a "one" a humongous orange paddle came swinging at her, breaking her free of her day dreams. Gwyn escaped the weapon, but just barely. Now hiding in the corner of the room behind the kitchen table, she observed her attacker.
Holding the paddle was an enormous monster. In the tiny eyes of Gwyn the creature was hundreds of stories high, with an unhappy scowl and chubby, flailing arms.
"EEEEE," the creature screeched. Unevenly placed on both sides of her head was a pigtail, decorated with two unmatching bows.
And no I haven't finished yet, SORRY....
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