I stand straight up on the shelves next to all the rest of the orphan milks. I don’t understand why anyone won’t adopt me, is the price tag I have. Or is it the gross dirty eye patch I have, or is it what I’m made of. Is it just because I’m different not like big cow milks, im goat Im just disgusting. The smelly shop keepers would come day after day to see how much ive grown. I m getting older I start to find bumps in side my skin. So many kids and people would come pick me up and throw me on the flour with disgust. One day in the morning the bright sun shined on my face, and people poured in the shop. Little kids sit in the cart and move around past me over and over again. Then at two o’clock a small little kid picked me up and smiled at me with his small white teeth he chucked me int the cart I was delighted I felt the hard metal once more. I was shined with a bright light and then thrown in a sticky plastic bag. My parents walked down the street carrying me to the house. Then when we would cross the street they would run. They had ran across three streets and on that last one I fell dropped right out of the bag, I pleaded for my parents but nothing came out. I waited 2 minutes then closed my eyes and yes my worst night mare came a loud horrible car. It came closer and closer. I was pounded and my white blood splattered all over. Im in heaven, bye mommy!
