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The Deserted Glove

One cold autumn morning in late October a glove on the clothes line decided that life with it's mate was boring & awful.

It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.

A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.

She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.

As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.

A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at it.

When the dog grew tired of the glove, a gust of wind picked it up.

After crossing over several fields, the glove landed in a difficult situation.

It was stuck in a thorn bush.

Rain fell frequently, which then led to snow.

As spring began to warm up birds came and took bits of the glove for their nests.

By the end of the summer nothing was left of the glove to speak of.


 
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