V3777TU Part 2

Bought this expensive machine which was beyond my means. Of course, lot of good-hearted souls chipped in. But one should cut ones coat according to ones cloth. today, i sold it off.

blue baloon

blue baloon is blue in colur. he is filled with gas, so he's not hungry at the moment. his presence hangs by a white thread, let it slip out of your hand and he slips out for good into the sky. he camoflages with the blue sky and it gets impossible to track him from then on. he soars deep into the sky till he's tired of all this floating aroung, being shoved ruthlessly by gusts of wind here and there. he finally decides to take life easy. deflates himself. finds a patch of land or an crooked branch to hang from. no one exactly knows his resting place. no one so far can claim to have caught a baloon after it has taken flight. it probably goes to a mystical land where no humans have set foot. there you can find (if you find the place) baloons of varied colours and sizes scattered all over the place. they talk often and bump into one another and move one. finally they breath their last. they loose their air never to dare fly high again. blue ballon meets a similar fate, until he was discoved by an acheologist 20 feet under. his skin still elastic and vibrant. he tries to hold on to the gound but he's is finally yanked out, leaving shards of blue still loyal to the grip. his mortal remains are not put up in the museum but thrown away carelessly.