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OLD FIRE PLUG

Not that I like fire.

But I'd like to be of some use.

I'm just sitting here.

Being useless.

Kids jump on me.

Bicycles sideswipe me.

Dogs...well, they find me eventually.

But firemen, not so much.

Not that there's a lot of fire traps around me.

Those plants over there are well-watered.

Lots of metal stuff.

Either lush or non-flammable.

Great.

Just what I need.

And on top of everything else...

Look at this rust.

All over me.

Rust.

Rust rust rust.

I don't like rust.

On me.

The least they could do is put some naval jelly on me.

Oh well.

...

Is that a fire engine I hear?

...

Just a ring tone.

Stupid phone.

I hate phones.

Don't care much for fire either.

Or rust.

Rust rust rust.

Rust.
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Dope out.

- TGWD