It was a beautiful morning on the beaches of Australia. I was up quite
early from all of the ruckus from my many neighbors. I have literally millions
of them, but I do not mind because the sun was hot and the coolness of the
ocean caressed me. Today started off like any other day with all the people
walking on top of me and the sounds from the birds, but then all of a sudden I
heard something from a far. It sounded like a big heavy machine. It kept
creeping closer and closer. My friends and I were shaking from the machines vibrations. We had no idea what
to expect.
BAM!
The machine picked me up. I was terrified. It just continuously sucked up grain
after grain after grain of sand. I was beyond scared. I was mortified. I
thought this was going to be the last of me, so I began saying to myself that I
lived a good life; there was no need for regrets because I had done everything
I have ever wanted to do. Then I realized I was not exactly dying. The machine
was taking all my fellow grains and me to a glass making plant. It was strange because
I have never left the sandy beaches of Australia before. The beach has been my
home for a very long time and because of that it was extremely difficult to
remain calm considering my obscure dilemma.
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