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Tumbleweed

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Who knows what that tumbleweed has picked up.

It's just minding its own business.

I'm sure it's seen a lot during its travels.

What secrets do you hold?

Flee, bouncing coward!

Tumble on, weed.

Who knows what that tumbleweed has picked up.

Alone, and rolling through life.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A dried collection of plant matter.

It looks highly flammable.

Rollin' along the road of life.

Come back little tumbling ball!

I wish it was sturdier so I could chop it.

Come back!

Does it know where it wants to go?

Where you going?

IT COULD CONTAIN MANY THINGS