Recycle- It's Good for the Earth

...and for writer's block.

"I haven't lost at checkers since the beginning of time...which, incidently, began on a Tuesday. Not many people know that." ~ Death (the Animaniacs)

The Adventures of Time: Part 1

Once upon a time, there lived a homeless dog called Time. Well, since he had a name, he could not have been homeless all his life because someone had to name him. And so Time decided to search for his long-lost owner. Although, Time was the one who was really lost.

Time trotted around the streets of the city, his long brown fur jostling around with each bounce. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter went his padded paws. Sniff-snaff went his nose. Suddenly, Time screeched to a halt and landed in front of a strange square object. Sniff-snaff-sniff-snaff-sniff! His nose started working overtime as he tried to identify this mysterious object that just sat dejectedly on the sidewalk. Time poked and barked at it but the square thing did not budge, not once. Was it dead? Time wondered? Well, one of Time's timeless rules was that one should never let things go to waste. Even dead things.

Now, when one thinks carefully about this rule, it must seem strange indeed. Our mothers are always telling us to eat up everything on the plate; Don't let the food go to waste. But once the food is chewed, swallowed and forced through the bowels, what does it become but waste in its most fundamental form as a piece of ddong?

But this questionable aspect of Time's golden rule did not hinder him from obeying it unconditionally, for Time was a loyal dog. And so Time gobbled up the square object, smacked his lips and trotted on happily.

And that is what happened to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that young Francis threw out the window.

References: Everybody Poops by Taro Gomi and Amanda Mayer Stinchecum