Morrissey's cardboard box was getting rather cluttered. He had hardly any room for his shoes and was worried he may have to eat them to make room for the shipment of overalls that would arrive soon. Morrissey noticed that most of the people in the cardboard box community didn't have as many personal belongings as he did. This was because they're all hobos, Morrissey observed.
Some people may consider Morrissey to be homeless, but really the box is all he needs, and he is quite happy with his life.
Morrissey's box is normally located behind the Wal-Mart. There's a pretty nice neighborhood back there, and Wal-Mart is a fine hangout. One day, he noticed that the number of shopping carts was decreasing. He asked his friend Johnny about this, to which Johnny replied happily, "Oh yeah, I take shopping carts all the time!"
Morrissey went back to his house that day and saw that most of the boxes had shopping carts right next to them. He quickly ran to the front of the Wal-Mart and took one of the runaway shopping carts in the parking lot back to his house. The shopping cart was the answer to his ongoing problem. He could store many things in these wondrous devices. He wouldn't have to eat his shoes and he'd have room for whatever shipments of odd objects he may order. Morrissey was delighted.
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Enlightening Stories
Fanficrandom stories involving people in bands I've liked, originally on my quizilla account.
