Inside a nesting doll coffin at the Dutch Day Fair
Nassor gave up. No one seemed to notice a boy wrapped in streamers inside a coffin trying to get help. His yells were muffled and the bonds restricted any movement. Nassor screamed out in frustration, which of course sounded suppressed.
"If it wathn't for Toshiaki's overgrown turtle, I'd be able to feel my legth! When I get out of here I am going to strangle that puny imbethile, if he even hath a neck!"
Nassor's head crowded with angry thoughts. His dear companion had been squished like a grape and the coffin began to become unbearably humid. It became difficult for Nassor to breath.
"Think Nassor. Keep your brain active! Thith will not be your demithe! Thurely thomeone hath to find you."
Nassor tried another attempt to get help. Using all his strength, he was able to make the coffin jump a bit. In that process, Nassor landed on the side and tilted the coffin. The coffin fell onto its right side and Nassor bruised his arm and got a hard hit on the head.
"Oh my Horuth, can thith day get any worthe?"
The hit gave him a terrible throbbing in his head. By this time, perspiration made the streamers stick to him. Oxygen was running out of the coffin, and Nassor knew it. Nassor's eyelids began to grow heavy by the second. He tried to fight back the sleepiness but it was no use.
"Thith day jutht got worthe, because it will now be my lath day."
Nassor thought for a moment. The thoughts in his brains were muddled and mixed but one remained clear.
"I can now be truly reunited with my Colothuth."
For the first time in years, Nassor smiled. His body went limp and his breathing slowed.
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"There is a boy in here!"
The workers stood amazed as they looked at the boy wrapped in damp streamers in a coffin.
"Get him to a hospital! Quick!"
Two workers hopped into the van. One drove while the other one unwrapped Nassor and massaged him to get the blood flowing through his body.
The van came to an abrupt stop. It took both workers to carry Nassor since he was very tall. He was then hospitalized and his breathing became more apparent. For a moment Nassor gained consciousness. At that moment, he felt a wave of sadness. He had to continue his life of being the tall, scary-looking outcast.
