#PlanetOrPlastic

There was once a young, beautiful, tall and slender woman. She'd walk through the forest every day since youth. She had long, straight, silver hair, that went down to her feet. She was nearly two meters tall. It was around eleven in the morning when she abruptly heard a loud BANG outside her house in the middle of the woods. She woke up, as she felt as if electricity shocked her awake and her back shot up. "AH! I have to go see what that was!" Exclaimed the panicked woman, who had white cat ears rather than human ears, and a white cat tail that was on her lower back. Her piercing leaf green eyes were wide, as she was in complete and utter shock. She ran out of bed, in her beige nightgown that did not quite fit properly, making it go down to mid-thigh on her, and quickly put on her light pink bunny slippers. She ran outside to see that the landfill she'd seen for so many years was starting to advance nearer and nearer to her house. It seemed to be less than a mile away, which she could see between the tiny spaces between the trees, over the flat land that seemed to go on for ages. She'd always use her store-bought plastic items only once before throwing it away, which was not a very good choice, but, like most, she did not care until it affected her. She gasped and put her hand over her thin-lipped mouth, as tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of what may have been to come. Oh no! Whaddle I do? Whaddle I do?!  She thought, as she whimpered softly and backed up into the porch of her house's single step, falling on her butt, and whimpering and squeaking, as her ears started to point down. Just then, she remembered that she'd to feed her pet cat. She looked over to the left of her, where the cat would normally be, and what she saw, she'd regret looking at most. She saw her cat, Sprinkles' mangled corpse snow white fur stained with blood. It's front left paw was chopped off, and placed into its mouth. There was no reasonable explanation for it either. As she saw the horrid visual, tears began to stream down her pale cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly in attempt to convince herself that it was just a bad vision, like normal. Fast forward nearly one year later, the woman was still torn to shreds about the vision of her mangled pet. She sighed and got out of bed, going outside onto the porch, and saw that the landfill had grown to be nearly twenty feet away from her house. She gasped and was filled immediately with an overwhelming sensation of regret for how poorly she'd treated the planet by not recycling plastic. She ran closer to it, pinching her nose. There was more trash being poured onto the pile. That was her last sight, as she exhaled for the last time, a metal bar rammed into her skull, crushing it, and killing her, deforming her immeasurably. That's why you refer to the three R's, kiddos! <3