In a not so far away land there was a miniature rainbow crayon that felt he needed to sharpen his pointy senses and draw a new way of life because our dear crayon friend felt blue. All he needed was a quick painless push in to a sharpener and he knew just the place. He journeyed through the harsh american cities in hope that his passport wouldn’t expire before he got to Canada. Many minutes later he arrived in Toronto at the national special pencil pusher museum. A funny, euphoric yet not feeling flowed through him and he knew it was his day. His nightmare would become reality.

 In line to enter the museum was his mom, his ex girlfriends, and his gym teacher. Suddenly he had no wrappings on and everyone was holding menacing scissors with evil looks in their eyes. After suffering terrible humiliation due to loss of cover, which was his wrapping, he was chopped into 194659336 fine pieces and was forgotten by even his good friends. The moral  of the story is that nobody cares where Waldo is because he was never a good friend and Humpty Dumpty was pushed by a hungry looking puppet sprinkled in chili flakes. The end.