SwAn

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by LeeRawlin

by LeeRawlin

After searching for hours I finally found that one special sock, the sock that I keep hidden from everyone. The sock that's filled with my shame. I plunge my hand deep into the sock and fondle its contents and finally find what I was searching for. After taking a deep breath I pull out the shameful object.

It was a small green origami swan. It's colour bleached by its age. I proceed to pat it's head and wonder how lonely it must of felt in there. Well at least it's not lonely anymore I think, I'm here. Well untill I'm bored of it at least. Which is right now. Farewell pale green swan. Time to go back into the sock of shame you stupid little shit. Haha hahaha haha ha.

Okay now I feel kinda bad. I guess I should make them a friend? Or maybe give them a name. Right now they're just a worthless piece of nicely folded paper. I think making it a friend would be easier. Naming it would make it feel more important than it is.

I reach in my pocket and grasp my post it note pile and stroke it. Untill it starts to shed and gives me it's skin to make another swan with. It's skin was orange for some reason? Maybe it's spent too much time near Essex? Anyway it's time to swan. I start to stroke it feeling around for its sticky strip (this is going to help later) and make my first fold. Diagonally, straight down the middle. It was crisp. The sticky strip helping keep the post it note folded. I then follow by expertly performing all remaining folds, completing the swan.

Wait why did I make a swan again? This is kind of stupid. I should probably just rip it's head off. That'll be fun. *Rip* hahaha haha *pig snort sound* hahahahhhaha ha. Okay that was fun. I should probably put this in my shame sock.

I pull my shame sock off my foot (I don't know why it took hours to find it last time. I always wear my shame sock) and stick the swan corpse in it.

Then I poured milk in the shame sock and placed it on my hand. Me and my shame sock live happily ever after. The end. Fin. Conclusion.