A Cardboard's Calamity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of the life of a piece of cardboard, and its thoughts on life as it prepares to be recycled.

Submitted: August 03, 2010

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Submitted: August 03, 2010



Once upon a time there was a piece of cardboard.

It could do all sorts of cool things.

Like bend, flex, fold, lie flat, stand up, even make cardboard toys.

The kids loved playing with it!

They would draw on it, cut it out, make shapes, make airplanes on it.

But one day the cardboard found itself old, and wrinkled.

Too used up for the kids to keep playing with it, and it was sad.

Before it knew what was going on, it found itself stuck at the bottom of the rubbish bin.

It got sent out to  the big wheelie bin where the garbage people came and picked it up.

The little piece of cardboard was thrown into the truck with all the other pieces of cardboard who were old, wrinkled, and quite grumpy.

The journey was bumpy, and windy, too long for such a tired piece of cardboard.

It went from light to dark, from wind to rain.

It was grabbed, and squished, and finally thrown on to a conveyor with the rest of the cardboard.

It quickly got sorted, and pushed around.

The poor little piece of cardboard could do very little in its weakened condition.

Soon it saw a massive crusher and realized O NO! This is the end!

There was so much I wanted to do!

I wanted to be a display stand or a manila folder for a legal firm.

But alas this is the end.

And before it knew it, it was crushed back into a new piece of cardboard.

Hmm, it thought that's not so bad.

Then it saw the slicer. And the crusher again.

O NO! the cardboard tried to run, it tried to fight with the other pieces of cardboard, but it had one corner caught.

It started to tear as it was trying to pull away.

It barely broke off, just a fragment got stuck.

I can make it!

But it was too late.

The crusher and ripper sucked in the rest of the cardboard.

And the cardboard closed its eyes.

Slowly it blinked and realised it was perfectly quiet.

Even a bit sunny.

Looking around the cardboard realised it was sitting next to a batch of fresh cardboard.

It looked down at itself.

Completely clean, smooth with a fresh coat of bleach!

Then bending over to examine the rest of itself, to see what was going on, it noticed a fine watermark on its back.

What is this? It asked.

A recycled logo!!

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