My tale is a very different tale. Actually it is the same
tale, a tale of monotony. Life as a binky is not that hard, but you also cannot
be soft. No one wants a flaccid binky. I need to be sturdy yet soft so that the
baby can suck and suck and suck. How I hate the sucking. The sucking is not the
worst. The teeth oh the teeth they hurt and scratch. It is like getting into a
bar fight with a drunk cat. That is how most of my days are spent. I also fall
a lot. Mainly, I fall out of a mouth or the dark canyon. I remember the first
time I was about to be put into the mouth. It was one of the scariest moments
of my life. Why? Why was I heading towards that? I wish I could have wet
myself. Instead, I was placed inside the warmest and most wet place I have ever
been in my life. It was glorious. The only thing better is that amazing warm
bath I get every night. I get soaped up beautifully and then rinsed off. The
only down thing is the constant falling. The carpet hurts less, but I get
covered in dust and then I am shunned for the rest of the day. If I fall on
tile it is a brush off the shirt and popped right back in. Those are great
days. No life is better than the life of a binky.
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