One day, Mr. Blue Glove was taken in a backpack and driven somewhere. He (wait, how do I know what gender a glove is?) A long time later, Mr. Blue Glove was suddenly flooded with sunlight, as a huge hand took him out of the dark backpack. He was put on a human’s hand, and looked around him to see trees, water and lots of BUGS.
Fact: Gloves hate bugs.
So glove was hanging around for a long time on this human hand, and then, for some reason was taken off and given to another human. This human put him in a deep, dark, dank pocket and the smell make Mr. Blue Glove black out.
DUN-DUN-DUNH!!!!
Mr. Blue Glove drowsily opened his eyes to sheer coldness and wetness. He looked around and winced. His backside ached because he was sitting on the blasted dirt! Then someone picked him up and put him on a rock! A sharp one too! Mr. Blue Glove fainted again at the indignity of being picked up and dropped like a piece of trash.
Waking up again, Mr. Blue Glove found that he was standing upright, on a very uncomfortable post. Looking down, he saw that he was sitting on a sign! Suddenly someone gasped and ran towards him. It was the human again! The human who he served to warm its (humans are mere “its” to the noble gloves) hand! The human picked him up and started talking excitedly, then put him on its hand.
Right where he belonged.
THE END
P.S. In case, you still didn’t understand what this completely random story is about, it’s about how I lost my glove halfway through the mist trail, and then thought I lost it, and then found it again on a sign. Yay for us.
See? It's true! Mr. Blue Glove came back to me!
