Autobiography of a Dustbin
Hi, I am Dustbin. I live on the streets .I don’t remember my
parents , or my childhood very clearly but, I still remember, how my parents
were taken away from here. They were too old to hold the garbage. My neighbors
are , black dog and lamppost nearby.
I feel bit sad because people often accuse me of being
stinky. I have heard that they themselves never wash their socks and my friend
Brush said that their teeth look
yellow!!That must be disgusting!
Back to my story!!People litter on roads instead of feeding
me. My friend Road, complains to me about this.
At first I told him that I can
not do anything about it, then I feel real pity and call up my friend Broom(I
have a real phone of my own!)I ask her to help me. She comes really fast, wipes
Road while chitchatting and I pay her.
Let me tell you about one of my most dangerous incidents. One
during rainy season, I was nearly swept away!! My neighbor lamp just held me
tight. God!! That was horrible!
Wait a minute!!! What’s the time?? It’s 10 ‘o clock! Sorry got a go and sleep. I get up very early for my breakfast. Good
night!!