Puddle Metamorphosis
Then she grew up. She got shoved even deeper into the box. She was grown up now. Grown ups aren’t supposed to like puddles. She still did – but didn’t dare show that. Until one day when she was wearing her rainboots. She decided to jump into a puddle. It was dark, after all. Who would see her? At first, she was careful. Then she became bolder. A big smile appeared on her face. And then she heard it again. That voice. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” he hollered, “Disgusting!” She stopped in her tracks. Was she going to let this voice of her childhood stop her? Carefully, she moved the box. It was hard. Hard, painful work. Harder than anything she’d ever done before. Slowly, she inched closer. Until the whole box was in the puddle. It soaked up the water and started to fall apart. She kicked it a little more until the walls collapsed. She was out of the box. Finally. It was like coming back to life after a long time in zombieland. She took a deep breath of fresh night air and with all her energy jumped into the puddle. Silence. The voice was gone. She was free at last!
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