The Unfortunate Pile of Papers

Just for fun, because I needed to write something. Here is a dialogue I wrote today:

“Shh!” one of the papers near the bottom of the stack said.

“You’re one to talk,” another paper very close to the top exclaimed, but he stopped his nervous whispering with the paper next to him.

“Why are you all so particular about talking? It’s not like The Human can hear us,” a new comer said from the very top.

“You never know. Don’t you know what THAT is?” said the first paper.

“What? You mean the box over there?”

“Yes.”

“No. Will we get to go see it?”

All of the other papers gasped in unison, and then fell silent for a very long time.

The top paper wrinkled itself in frustration and impatience.

Finally another paper broke the silence, his voice grave,

“It’s The Shredder.”