The Flour and the Sack

    The sack of flour sat on the toilet. The sack opened up its lower sack and the flour dumped into the toilet. Then the sack became empty and limp, so it too fell in the toilet. The corner of the sack that wasn’t yet saturated in toilet water lifted up and flushed itself along with the flour down the toilet. The flour and the sack swam through the pipes and into the sewer.
    The flour and the sack drifted side by side in the sewer until they noticed a few yards away there floated an empty bag next to a pile of pork rinds. The flour and the sack went over and became acquainted with the pork rinds and the bag. The bold pork rinds and bag conjured up an idea with the flour and the sack-to create a pile of sewage high enough to escape out of the sewer and into the wild. So the flour and the sack and the pork rinds and the bag stacked piles and piles of sewage in the same spot below the escape route. When the sewage became tall enough, the flour and the sack and the pork rinds and the bag climbed it and escaped out of a manhole cover.
    They found themselves in the middle of a street, between two sidewalks clustered with humans. The flour and the sack and the pork rinds and the bag thought it was all over for them; they were bound to be seen by someone. Then the pork rinds came up with the idea to move along with the wind’s current until they got to safety. So they slowly moved along and reached the sidewalk, and kept going along the sidewalk being careful not to be stepped on by the humans. They then went into an alley and climbed into a seemingly safe dumpster. In the dumpster lived an old sweater-vest, who (being not so inclined to sharing his home with others) so cunningly convinced the flour and the sack and the pork rinds and the bag to leave the dumpster in search of a better life.
    And so they did. The flour and the sack and the pork rinds and the bag drifted with the wind along the side walk, taking breaks along the edge of the street at times to rest. After a few weeks, they reached the edge of the city. They stared longingly into the wide never-ending waters; knowing a better life where they could live in peace must lie ahead out there somewhere. The flour decided if they are to sail across the waters, it would be a better idea if it went back inside the sack. So the flour returned to the warm confines of the sack as did the pork rinds returning to its bag. The bag of pork rinds leaped onto the sack of flour. The sack of flour leaped into the water and slowly drifted to the bottom of the ocean.
    They all died.