I found a paper bag the whistling wind blew my way. It had no handle, no hold. It was empty inside, no purpose, no fold. I decided to pick it up from where it had been flown and walk with it to the market.
We went up and down the vegetable and fruit aisles and basked in the beauty of the the reds, the yellows, and the greens nature had made. We decided we’d help each other along the way. I would fill the paper bag with colorful purpose, and it would hold safely my nourishment for that day.
But when we arrived at our blue house, I felt in my arms the paper bag fold. I thought I may have filled up its belly too much with the reds, the yellows, and the greens nature had made. Quickly, beside my violet-draped kitchen window, I sat the paper bag atop the grey counter to comfort the little one. Suddenly, a cold, swift breeze blew down my paper bag onto my kitchen floor and along with it rolled the reds, the yellows, and the greens nature had made.
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