Whack! Whack! Whack! Fame the flyswat went whacking like an eccentric person. “Oh gosh! There are so many flies today. I’m overworked and exhausted. I need a rest.”
The next day, Fame woke up and stretched himself in the sweltering summer afternoon. His eyes turned to the clock and it showed 3:15pm. As his gaze made its way back, his jaw dropped. A new glimmering spray was grinning next to him.
“What? What are you doing here? Do you really think that I’m growing old and need to be replaced by you?” Fame asked the spray.
“Well, what do you think I’m here for?” Shaun replied sarcastically.
Fame kept quiet as he definitely knew the answer. The time to be taken away by the gigantic garbage truck would be sooner than thought.
As days went by, Fame was left alone and his heart sank. Boredom crept into his whole body and he needed to shake it out. His mind started to race with ideas and… “Shaun, let’s have a game. How about jumping from this rack to the other rack?”
“Sure. I’ll go first,” answered Shaun confidently. As he jumped, his mind was thinking that he would be the winner. Instantaneously, he dropped to the floor. Thud! He laid motionless without a word. That was the end of Shaun as his nozzle was broken.