Shorts
This is Shorts.
This is Shorts family.
And every Sunday, he visits his aunt Lisa’s house. He needs to be proper because she is very posh.
Just before bed his mom reads him the story of his great grand mother that fell in love with a Tshirt and travelled to a distant land.
But lately, shorts has been feeling sad. “Are you ok? You’re looking washed out!” said Shorts mum. (Sigh) “Nothing! “ said Shorts. “It’s just that…”
“Shirt is so lucky! He’s so popular! Everyone wears a shirt! Not everyone wears me!”
“He does look useful, doesn’t he?” agreed Shorts’ mom.
“Shoes has is it all going good! Everyone compliments shoes! Almost nobody compliments me!” “Shoes does make himself look good, does he?” said Short’s mom.
“And hat is so stylish! No one ever thinks I’m stylish.”
But at the same time, people were discussing how Shorts was the lucky one!
“Shorts is so lucky! I hate when sweat pours down my face! Sweat almost never pours down Shorts!
“Shorts is so lucky! I hate when I get smelly because of stinky feet! Shorts almost never gets stinky!”
“Shorts has it so lucky! I always feel sad when I get faded because my owner plays outside with me!”
“You know, you’re more special than you think!” said Short’s mum.
“Your friends will never have the joy of being picked first in the closet.”
“They will never know the joy of joining every sport.”
“And they’ll never know the joy of being out almost all season!”
Shorts lay in bed for a long time. He was sleepy, but he couldn’t stop thinking. There was only one thing left to do.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Come, snuggle!”