the old shed

The old, rustic, and forgotten shed would never forget the days of its previous glory and triumph. It was once a nobble and proud shed that gave shelter and refuge to millions - withstanding all the adversities that came its way. It took pride in its grand wooden smell, and always stood up for the smaller and less important smells, such as old birdshit that lingered in it's roof. This pride is the only thing keeping the shed alive these days, for if it did not have this, surly it would fall down and crumble into a shitty heap of old bird shit ridden rotted wood. But the cute and fury animals still give praise to the shed and still conduct their little rituals in the warm bosom of its wooden walls and cobble stone floor - blessed to thee, old warm shed, may we always love thee for all eternity.