A long sigh came from the top shelf. Yet again a child had come by to find the perfect piñata for their party. Yet again the Squazzil had been ignored and left to the next customer. Back at Piñata central they had been told they would be blasted to a party right away. They'd have fun. They'd get to see the joyful smiles on the children's faces. They'd be bashed and smashed then brought right back. Too bad for most piñata's they didn't get sent to a party right away. Some were "special ordered", so they were sent directly to the child's home. Most spent a few days sitting on a shelf in a some store in the middle of a mall. Usually then they'd get to go to a party, have their "fun" and return to piñata central. The Squazzil had been sitting on the shelf for years. Her papier-mâché fur had become coated in dust due to the neglect over the years, turning the bright yellow paper to a dull mustard colour. Her tail had been badly dented, resulting in a "Half Price" tag being slapped across her stomach. Sneezing, she looked down the aisle. Perking up she saw another person walking her way. She tried to brush the dust away to no avail.
"Well let's have a look at you." The man in a smock said, picking her up. She felt so excited, she was going to a party, finally. He flipped her upside down and pulled off her tag. She winced, as he put her back down.
"Hey Elise." the man called, ignoring the Squazzil on the shelf. A woman in a similar smock ran over.
"Is everything okay?" she asked. He showed her the tag. "Oh dear. If we every had a health inspector see this…it's expiry date was over a month ago. Which one did the tag come from?" she calmly asked the man. He pointed to the Squazzil, laying on her side. "No problem." she smiled, picking up the piñata. The Squazzil perked up. She was going to a party. Finally! She'd get to make everyone happy. She'd get to be smashed to bits. She'd get to go home and see her family again. Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted. Being tossed into a black bag, she shuffled around. Smelling of overripe fruit and being surrounded by mush, she felt herself becoming, once again, mobile. Suddenly she felt a jolt, as she was tossed, landing on something soft, and squishy. Crawling out of the bag, she realized she wasn't going to party. She had been left to rot in a landfill.