I was indeed manufactured as a Lucky chewing gum: what was my joy, after six months waiting on top of a shelf at a candy shop, when a young mother chose me for her six year old Becky to be part of her birthday party?
Becky handed me straightaway to a boy called Lee, a jolly naughty boy who unwrapped me unpatiently in laughter, and gave birth to a life of adventures, joys and mischief.
That party was one of those parties. Whistles blowing, kids shouting, there was even a clown to entertain us all, and an African orchestra.
Lucky was I that Lee didn’t speak foul language, and soon a sweet and sour lollipop, whom I fell in love with, joined us. But she was soon melted! Her taste blended with me though, and to this day I carry her inside my heart.
Half way through the party, Becky’s dad came back a little drunk, and as Lee wanted to eat chocolate cake after the seven candles were put out, I had been dumped into a clean ashtray, from which the cheeky father picked me up and put me into his mouth just to mask the alcohol smell and not be caught by his wife. The trick worked. This was the last time I saw Lee, and I did feel like an orphan. I wished him the best!
That night Becky’s dad didn’t let me rest at all. He went to sleep with me up his mouth and I thought I was going to perish from exhaustion. I felt like sticking myself up his throat to choke him!
When he woke up the bailiffs came knocking onto the door, for he gad not paid an expensive hotel bill which he used with his mistress, and along came the police to bring him into a cell. The monkey was still chewing me.
Once in prison, I was exchanged with an inmate for a cigarette. This inmate was a bank robber and chewing gums were not permitted on the premises.
I loved this inmate. He was cracking jokes all the time, singing nursery rhymes and letting me rest at night and during mealtimes.
But soon the bank robber was released and went back home to his mother’s. His mum used me to stick a postcard of Paris onto her fridge, since she had no magnets left, and there I stayed nine months, hearing the bank robber plan his demises, and the poor mother trying to talk him out of all that.
I started to get scared, I thought I’d stay there for life, so I effortly detached myself and down came the postcard, which was a beautiful love postcard, and me at the back of it, over the floor.
The cleaner loved the postcard and took us to her home, where her three year old picked me up and stuck me onto his Teddy bear’s nose which was broken.
From that day I have become a stone.I am a Teddy bear’s new nose, I live in a loving family’s house, I still taste sweet and sour with a glimpse of alcohol from Becky’s dad mouth, and I know I will never be shoved into a garbage. Lucky me!
The Teddy bear’ s name is Rocky, he loves to play in the garden with the kid and is very pleased to have me as a replacement nose.
Never in my life did I think I would end up being s Teddy bear ‘s nose, but I am happy this way. I won’t be chewed til I get cramps, I won’t listen to foul language, and I get to see a kid grow up happily!