Inspiration

Sock plopped herself down on the couch. Being in the reflective mood that she was, Sock wanted to write something thoughtful and moving.

Looking around to make sure Peach was no where in sight, she started to write with her pencil in mouth. After a sentence or two, the puppet didn't like where the words were going. Taking the sheet of paper in his mouth, Sock crumpled it up and spit it across the room.

She started writing again... and again she didn't like what she saw. Sock spit that piece of paper across the room as well.

This went on for several pieces of paper.

Sock heard hobbling... it could only be Peach. Sure enough the jellybean entered the room.

Peach surveyed the paper on the floor as she hobbled up to Sock. Looking to the puppet, Peach shrugged as if to say "What on earth happened here?"

Sock motioned to her, trying to explain the mood she was in and how she wanted to write something that had meaning.

Peach laughed. She hobbled over to the bookshelf and grabbed a book of peotry. Hobbling back over to Sock, she placed the book down. It opened to a poem.

Sock started to read the poem, but Peach stuck out her tongue. Taking the page in her mouth, she ate it.

Sock's eyes grew in disbelief... she had just ruined a book.

Peach swallowed the paper and smiled. It was tasty. Placing the book back on the shelf, Peach hobbled out of the room eating Sock's failed attempts at writing along the way.

Sock let out a sigh, at least she didn't gobble her up again, and started writing.