I'm not happy about it. Little Critter is in a dark place with a lot of trash. No one to speak with and it is cold and humid and scaring sounds. The rust will start to eat him, piece by piece. When he hears a remote sound, he shines up and believes it is me, coming to save him! But it is never so, I don't know where he is and cannot help.
At some point in the future there will not be much left. Just a rusty chunk of cast iron that no one can see what it was. But inside there are still a few undamaged molecules. The live in a happy world of them selves and think about the great times when Little Critter was in a bright shop and everyone stopped and told him how much they wish to bring him home and care for him.
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