Deep Thoughts

A single piece of Pirate’s Booty sat lonesome, stale, and dehydrated on the little girl’s bedroom floor.

It was located underneath her kiddie piano in the corner of the room, just below the window with the gray pull-down shade.

It had been there for days. Probably weeks.

No longer bulbous and fluffy, the booty appeared hard and jagged. A far cry from the scrumptious morsel it had once been.

The powdery cheese had long since evaporated and all that was left was a craggy yellow mass, no bigger than a marble.

The little girl’s mother had not been surprised to find it there, but she initially took it for a small toy, or even a piece of discarded sidewalk chalk.

However, upon closer inspection it became clear by its signature look that it was, in fact, the aforementioned treasure.

The mother put it in her pocket, intending to dispose of it for good (once she had a free moment).

But of course she had forgotten, and carried it around for the remainder of the day.

When her children were finally asleep, the mother reached into her pocket to empty it, as she typically did before changing into her evening sweat-shorts.

Blimey! To her great discontent, the treasure was still there.

And so with a quick flick of the wrist, she tossed it out–into the black murky depths of the trashcan.