What Balloon Are You?

So much static. It keeps me honest.

Very little static. My love is frictionless.

I rarely find myself thinking of static.

I do not wish to think of static, yet I am confronted by this problem.

Floating with friends.

Floating by myself.

Floating around town.

Talking to the horse next door.

Time for me to go!

Time for another animal to chop.

Time will forever be floating.

I care not for time. Time?

I hate gary.

I HATE GARY!!!!!

I do not care for Gary.

Gary seems like a nice guy.

I would like to work in the Butcher shop, chopping big animals.

I would like to work in the Butcher shop, chopping both big and little animals.

I would not like to work in the Butcher shop, because they chop animals.

Something in communications.

I love the little animals!

I love to chop all animals!

I love to help Father Balloon chop big animals!

They are nice to look at.

There there. You will float again one day.

We have not time for your sadness. It's time to go to the Butcher's shop!

I understand your deflation. I am sad for you.

Hey guy! Let's go to the soda shop with my friend the horse!

What is it?

Is it a surprise?

Will I enjoy it?

It's tiiiime for me to go!

How dare you tantalize me. Just as I was beginning to float again.

I understand. Life is not about surprises, but floating onward.

Father Balloon will not be happy.

Hey it's ok. I have a surprise for you!