Brave Little Toasters (Jordan Strange)

One bright morning in 2012, we were born. My twin and I, straight out the conveyor belt, side by side, came to life. What a good day it was. There were many twins around us, all being put into green and brown boxes with lizards on them. Soon, it was our turn.  Side by side, we were placed in a box, then they put brown paper all around us and in between us. Then we were thrown into a larger box where we could hear other twins communicating. Then, tossed into I think might have been a truck, we were off. I don't know where we were going, but we were there for a long time. It was about a week before we saw the light of day. Through the peek holes of our box, I saw in shining lights one night "J&H Outfitters." We had arrived. The next day, we were unpacked, and I was separated from my twin. I was put on a rack, about 5 feet off the ground, surrounded by other things known as "chacos" to these large walking beings. They had also been separated from their twin. It was lonely, but I chatted every now ans then with the chacos around me. It was a couple weeks. 

But then, one day, a woman and her younger daughter walked in, straight towards the back wall, where we had all been placed for so long. She ran right to a chaco below me, but then sadly they didn't have those twins in her size. I was next. Grabbed, tossed to the ground, and then stepped on! My straps were pulled this way and that, and I had never functioned like this before! I supposedly "fit her foot just right" and finally, I was reunited with my twin. What a glorious day. Then, thrown back into that brown and green box and placed in a bag, we left. We then arrived at our new home. Both of us were stepped on for the longest time after getting unpacked. Our owner wore them constantly, and we only had time alone in the darkest time of the day. It was quite odd. Eventually, we were adjusted to her feet, and after many years, we've lived to tell about the many places we've traveled. I believe these places they tell of, I've been to. Europe, Africa, Florida, Russia, these names I remember hearing as we boarded these flying machines when we were stuck under seats for hours on end. My owner takes pictures of us sometimes, maybe because she likes her feet? Or us. We're pretty awesome, too. Pretty and blue and purple. And I do admit, we look pretty nice in the sand.