The Dump Chronicles Day Seven

Everywhere he looked the creature saw mounds and peaks and small hills of snow sculptures that glistened in front of his eyes as the sun slowly rose. “It must have wished during the night”, he thought, referring to the snow. He heard noises, smelled something strong and felt all sorts of things against his person. Birds were flying above him, squawking loudly.

“What kind of a dump is this, anyway?” he questioned, annoyed. He sensed something very familiar about this place, yet he could not recognize anything in particular. The sun was hot, melting the snow, revealing bright pieces of blue and green glass, papers with faded photographs, tinsel clinging to plastic trees, a large, wrinkled, shiny can without a lid, a Tonka Truck, a torn bathrobe, a checkered table cloth still in its original package, a large stuffed pony minus the tail, a child’s left foot sneaker, a wooden picnic basket, and many other things.


“Hey, you don’t belong here...” a voice said from behind the Creature.

“I belong wherever I am,” the creature answered without thinking as he tried to remove his hat. As he touched his hat, his collar changed colors again, this time from white to a shimmering rainbow of colors. He blended in with his new environment. He shook his head, he wiggled his body; the hat moved when he moved and stopped when he stopped. The hat was now a part of him. Once again, he heard a voice.
“What are you doing with that trash can lid on your head? You look silly, you look like...”