Beyond the garbage.

Mr Washington, the pencil shaving just had his home (the trash can) fall

I walked around the garbage can, looking for the other pencil shavings (man, what a weird sentence).
"Oh no, what if everyone's gone?" I thought, anxiously. I looked up from the ground and saw that a chilly, gust of wind blowed all my friends towards the large puddle, near our trash home. "Oh no... I knew something wrong was going to happen, I mean the teachers force authors to have a conflict in a story or else it's donkey nipple poop." Did I just say donkey nipple poop, time for bleach and a rope." I said quietly. I went back in the rolled over trash can and looked inside and saw something I've never seen before. At the very bottom, a paper on red letters said, In case of emergency, take this! Right next to it was a map to the next location, safe for all pencil shaving kind. The best thing is that it's in Canada. Yay! Free healthcare, nice people, and best of all, NO TRUMP!!!! It was a clear winner. I stuffed the paper in my pocket. (How does a pencil shaving do that, because... Obama).

Upon further examination of the map, Mr. Washington noticed it was a long way there.
"Crap, I'll probably tear apart before I get there," I said out loud for no reason. A pigeon wearing a small, top hat flew by and noticed me.
"Woah, a talking pencil shaving, I've seen it all," she said in a cringey voice.
"Oh my go..., can you not talk please, like ever again, oh and do you know how to get to Canada from here?" I asked, realizing the mistake I made after hearing her voice.
"Just go north from here, you'll make it, if that's where you're going?" The pigeon replied. She then said,
"I gotta go, I just got this hat so I could show it to my cactus."
"You're trying to impress a cactus, your life not only sounds tragic, but it sounds like your therapist can't even help you. I mean, your talking to me, a pencil shaving right now, I pray for you."
"BTW, My name is Paula, Paula the pigeon."
"I'm sorry, Did I ask, no I didn't," I stated, in a serious manner.
"I bet you didn't even hear me neither, you rat with feathers." I said angered, but calmly.
"Okay, you take care now, bye!" Paula the pigeon, kindly said.

I yelled "Yeah, fly off and good luck finding a male bird with your voice."
"You'd think more nice people would be in the world," I thought to myself. "That pigeon needs to learn manners."

The end.

Part 3 is next. Oh and some jokes are a bit offensive, but that represents more modern society. I'm sorry for that. This will probably be the last one with a lot of offensive humor. I like innocence anyway. The pigeon is also one of my favorite thing to picture in my head.😊