“Dude, he’s not an animal”
“Just shut up, trust me- I know what I’m doing…” Milo hissed back, listening closer.
We waited patiently for over an hour but the signs weren’t good…
the meter was not
showing any signs of life and darkness was falling above like a dark, ominous reminder of
the situation we were in.
I heard the kitchen door swing open. It was Milo.
“Bad news, guys. I-I don’t think Nye’s going to make it.”
There was a deathly silence. The only sound I could hear was the thumping of my own
heart.
“Bad news what? I think I trashed in my can!”
"Nya??"
My heart felt relief hearing the robotic voice of THE TRASH TALKER CAN 🛢😭😂
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Ashu ^-^
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The End of the Road
AdventureThe story of a Trash Can.. 🛢 An extraordinary can. 🛢 The one and only can who could actually talk. 🛢 Who went on a road trip.. 🛢 Interesting istn't it.. 😅 By ASHU --------------------------------------- Authornim note Hello my fam my potato...
