A Pinata at a Birthday Party

    It's been five days since I've been kidnapped from my home where I lay comfortable all day. Now though I am out of the terrible dark room where I lay on the cold floor. Now I am hanging outside feeling the breeze. It's a comfortable time. I wonder though why is there all of these people crowding around me. In my time of confusion I see a small boy, one who looks at me with utter desire as if I am his dinner. His expression is very frightening to me. He gets a cloth wrapped around his eyes and weapon put into his hand. He walks toward me at a slow and steady pace. With pure fear I realize that all of the horror stories I heard from my friends at home were true. With that realization I knew what was going to happen to me. I closed my eyes and readied myself as I felt the air from a swing on my side.