pinata party

my world is dark inside a pinata. there isnt much excitement in the life of a pinata. i am made and shipped to a store. i sit on the shelf until one day i am bought. i get brought home just to sit in patients for my death to arive. i am then stuffed with all you can imagine. candy, chocolate toys and much much more. once i am filled to the top with sweets i get hung from a tree like a ragdoll to swing. then i hear the counting. swing and a miss. im still in one peice. i get smashed with a bat time after time. each hit damaging my carboard body more and more. until that one last swing that bursts me open and i am left there in peices scatterd on the ground to be faught over. after all my insides have dissappeared off the grass and dirt my remains will be cleaned up. put in a bag and left to be picked up by the large smelly truck. i am dumped off in the landfill to rot. and that is my life in a story.