Brave Little Toasters--Lucy Whitman Sandmeyer

The Oh-So-Humble Prius

            I must say, the world is in quite disarray. Of course, I exist to fix that but I can’t do everything myself. While I wait every day to show off my prowess in the streets, I manage to flaunt my message to the sea of my inferior brethren that I seem, on the surface, so alike. It’s not my glossy exterior or comfortable interior that keeps me above the fray; it is much more internal and fundamental. Even though my purpose is to improve the world, I am still very unique within my community. Even though, I cost about $20 every month to sustain, I am still surrounded by strangers. Even though I’m trying to save the world, I am still alone. I see the worthy seldom and every day I fear I will drown in the ocean of the lesser.

            Instead of acting on my superiority, however, I stay subtle and modest. Since I am so widely recognized, I simply spread my message through my appearance and what it represents. I am short and dainty—part of what makes me so special—and exist to provide adventures safely and in a way that doesn’t destroy the earth. Take, for example, the recent expedition that I experienced. My owners took me, or rather I took my owners, through a few states a couple days ago for reasons unknown to me. I was practically abused and yet, I acted stalwartly by continuing to perform my purpose well enough to please them. We hardly had to stop at all.

            I’m not saying, obviously, that I am perfect: nothing is perfect. But I am valuable and one of the best things out there in my field of work. So I might not be the ultimate solution, but I come pretty darn close.  

*I, Lucy, would like to make it clear that my Prius' obnoxious, fictional opinions are not my own*