I am what Hera Bell calls "The Ball".
I was conceived somewhere in an Asian factory like everything you buy these days. Ready to be owned. Longing for a final buffet to rest in.
Few weeks ago I arrived to a far away country called Canada. Although the trip was a bit bumpy, nothing happened to me through this ordeal. In other words I reached my final destination safe and sound and in one piece.
To the contrary of most of my family's faith, I now know that will not go into a buffet display and rest in peace.
My new owner, who I must add is quite an eccentric woman, has decided that I will become her pet. A pet? Is she crazy?
Although I am most excited to the idea of traveling with her, I am also quite puzzled with the idea of where all this can lead us.
I am asked to write about my adventures with her. A slave labour situation.
Between you and me, I think I am the alter ego of this woman. Not her pet. But let her imagine what she will imagine. I have to go along with the ride.
My first outing was few days ago as you already witnessed the result. We were at a very busy garden with tons of screaming kids, and beautiful butterflies around us.
Today I was taken out of my bag, and this is what I saw and I had to register.
I can't personally comment on the final image. But I think it has a message of some sort.
