The ugly ballerina
This peice is what I concider pulling something out of my ass. When I started this, I had no idea what it was going to be, what it would represent, or what I would tell people when I was done. But after finishing it and looking at it. I didn't come up with much to explain it. So I decided to go a different direction with it. Write about it.
The ugly ballerina
Staring at all the beautifull ballerina's dancing and prancing around to a symphony. Winsferd said to himself while trying to work a maricle with his reflexs and cordination "I can do that!". Winsferd ran out of the thearter and ran straight to the nearest costume shop to pick out his very own tu tu. Well atleast thats what he called it. Because it really was only the bottom half of a tinkerbell costume. After all, being locked in his basement and his only way of getting his hand on a penny and be alowed out for only a time of 17 minuets, is for him to enlighten his owner with a bright red balloon with a new face everyday to add to his collection of moods to pick out for that inparticular day. As the days and nights went by, Winsferd practiced his Plie's,saute,Tour en l'Air, Pas de Chat, and last but certainly not least his Glissade. To compose his very own Divertissement. Winsferd's owner picked the red face balloon with the aggravated face that day because he was becoming very aggravated that because he was using the same old moods everyday because Winsferd was to busy prancing around the basement to bring him up a new balloon. Finally, Winsferd's owner couldn't take it anymore he wanted a new balloon. He unlocked the door and yelled to Winsferd "WINSFERD! GET THE FUCK UP HERE RIGHT NOW WITH A BALLOON! AND YOUR ALLOWED TO LEAVE FOR 18 MINUETS TODAY". He sat and waited for awhile with his aggraveted balloon in hand. All he could hear was the sound of what sounded like a static with a bit of tone to it coming from the basement. He thought to himself... If Winsferd wanted to leave, he would have left by now. In curiosity he started to creep down the raggady old steps towards the basement. The static then because alittle more clear as he drew closer. He then ran into the basement and there was no Winsferd to be found. All he saw was a old record player playing Ludwig Van Beethoven, a piece of cardboard on the floor with the word "BED" engraved in it, and empty red balloon packets stacked up in the corner. He yelled "WINSFERD!, I know your hear you ugly pointy nose little shit, supply me with a balloon today?!". Suddenly Winsferd climbs out from under the stairs in his tutu and a ballon in his hand making his way towards the door. His owner then knew he made a stupid mistake leaving the door as wide open as his mouth on his shocked face red balloon. Winsferd then slammed the door just intime before his owner was able to put a foot in the door. Winsferd locked the door and did a absolutly gorgeouse Jeté to his owners wall of moods. Winsferd then used his nose to exterminate All the balloons by popping them with his needlelike nose of his that his owner made so much fun of. Pop after pop Winsferd went to town on the shiny red balloons until there was nothing left but shrivvled peices of rubber at his feet. The only inflated balloon left was the one had in his hand. He then drew a face that he has never drawn before. A face that didnt look happy and yet didn't look to sad either. And with one last Plié he popped the fuck out of it. To leave his owner with nothing but the basement and his aggravated balloon.