Prompt 30- Desert
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In all my years of living, I never thought I would resort to such a method as this, but...I have left home to seek permanent alternative accommodation.
For as long as I can remember, SpongeBob has been a dear friend and a good and kind master and for many years we've had some remarkable adventures together- all this is more than I can say for some unfortunate snails, and I am grateful for what I once had.
But now I fear his childish whims are overtaking his personal responsibilities to me, and in turn, make me feel as though he has lost interest in my companionship.
I shall venture out into Bikini Bottom alone and find someone who wants me around- not someone who snaps at me and tells me he's too busy to feed me.
My stomach grumbles at that thought, and I feel the cold of the night creep over my shell like ghostly, unseen fingers- I must find somewhere warm to settle down and sleep soon if I do not find some kind soul to take me in.
Many have given me dirty looks, or have just downright ignored me. But I guess that's always how vagrants are treated. And I am a vagrant snail now.
I will always love SpongeBob, but I fear that, even in his impossibly huge heart, that it has no more love left to give me.
Even if I did have some great times at 24 Conch Street-it is now time that I move on, for both of us.
Goodbye, SpongeBob.