Piñata Problems (5th Blog Post)

     I was shivering in my boots, well not literally. I don't have boots because I'm a donkey. Anyway, I was scared. These demons the adults called "cute" were staring at me with their beady, hungry eyes. Then an adult picked me up, tied a string to me, and threw me over a tree branch. Before I could even react, I was already surrounded by children, glaring at me. Their eyes were full of intense wilderness. Then the biggest of all the children pushed through the crowd, a bat in his right hand. That was when I pooped a Jolly Rancher but I did not feel very jolly. The kid ran at me, furiously screaming. WHACK! I swung so for back, I almost saw stars. The good thing was that I came back down, the bad thing being that his bat was waiting for me. WHUMP! I'm glad I didn't have tear ducts because my crying would have dampened this party pretty badly. After three more hits, the adult took the bat from the big kid and handed it to another. Then it dawned on me, they were going to let all the kids beat me till I burst! After realizing this, my fear would have filled my body had it not already been filled with candy. After a few more repeats of the first kid, I finally couldn't take it anymore. With a crack of the bat, I burst into a bunch of pieces and showered the children in pleasurable goodies like lollipops and chocolates. After the kids picked up every last piece of candy the adults began to pick up my lifeless carcass and carry it inside the house. Once inside, the adults put my body back together and began to tape the pieces closed. I was going to be reused again! I would have to put up with the same brutal beatings until there were no more birthdays to celebrate. Although it hurt a lot, I lucked out after the fourth reassembly when the adults just couldn't put me back together. I'd lived a good life of getting smashed and beaten  over and over. But now, it was time for me to move on. To piñata heaven I had ascended. For my great strife that I had tolerated, but no more! I rejoice.