Chapter eleven

Some thing that had always worried George was his existence, he had always figured that post-animate objects had one main floor in life weren't actually alive so they never died. If an object wasn't very useful in life they would ended up in a rubbish dump where they would have to spend a lifetime silently decomposing while all the useful, clean items could carry on their day to day life in a wonderful world with motion and speech not just empty thoughts.

It terrified George the idea of the great rubbish dump. He had always kept himself clean and special. His mummy made him useful in a boxey manner always carrying some useful items around and never shying away from noble box challenges, such as moving house or shipping things around. All his life he was obsessed with keeping clean, he'd go round collecting different types of box cleaners, from big ones to small one, ones that worked one ones that just made him wet and he regularly cleaned behind his flaps. He went to box school like a good little box, but he'd never go near any rubbish bins and still the nightmare would plague him of being silent and still for an eternity till he was nothing but dust or if he was lucky peat.

During the night, he woke suddenly, jumping from the thought of rubbish dumps to reality or some vague approximation of it. He ran down the stairs for a glass of water that was wet, sometimes boxes needed liquid too. But he fell down the stairs and got wet this was one of his worst nightmares! He needed a hairdryer to dry off and fast! but it was broken! He was in trouble and panicked shouting help and attempted to dry himself using a towel that had handily walked up to him and said he would help dabbing him. His mum rushed out to help him in a panic. She found in a wet soggy pile on the stairs not looking happy at all what so ever.

“How dare you! Come in here with wet soggy socks!” yelled George’s mother. George had never ever seen mother so angry! This made little sense to him mostly because he wasn’t wearing socks or to that point, didn’t even own any socks! His mother knew this so why had she shouted it?