"Hey, look out!" a voice shouts.
You turn to see a badly thrown dart from the midway Balloon Burst game coming straight for you.
KABOOOM, HIssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. You're hit you deflate.
A maintenance worker in a white suit sweeps your purple rubber mess up and dumps it in a waste can. The rest of the day candy wrappers, have eaten hot dogs, and other midway debris is dumped in on top of your inert form. You try to move, to speak, to make yourself known, but without air, you're just a hunk of used rubber.
That evening you're dumped into a sanitation truck and driven out to the dump. In the morning a fellow wakes you with his touch. He holds you up to the light, and smiles. He says to no one in particular, "Yeah, this will be perfect, once I melt it down."
You ride in the back of a black pick up truck with other salvaged items. You wonder what fate awaits you at the driver's hands. Is he your savior or destroyer. You say to yourself, "Please patch and reinflate me. Please."