A Trapped Short Story

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I was stranded on the road and could be killed at any moment flat as a flapjack and then a strange shiny thing pulled up next to me it towered over me and tall man got out of it and put me in a box I woke up found out that I was trapped. I could find no way out I tried everything but could not get out of this huge white thing it was like a bowl that when I tried to climb out I would slide back to the bottom I found a hole that I tried escape but I could not get inside of it and it was damp dark and cold in the hole. After days of trying to escape I failed, but the day after I was placed in a pen I was thinking that I was free I ran into a wall then I turned right and it happened again and again. I was trapped again but this time I had grass to eat and bugs to eat I was at least eating well. Every few days someone would take me out of the box and I would get to roam around but someone would stay outside to watch me. …show more content…

The beasts would also come into my pen and use the restroom and just walked away. The smell would reek in my pen and there was a person would come and save me from the foul smell. One day the beasts had stopped bothering me, I was thinking that they were gone, but they were not the new thing was these bugs called Bees. They would fly down and I would eat them and they would taste a little bit weird but not bad but I found all the grubs and worms I could

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