Do I Seem a Little Nervous to You?
Hello There I Have Something to Say to You
Well, here goes. My name is Hard Bait, and for a while I have been living in a moderately comfortable paper and plastic package.
It's not like I have been up to much, mind you, unless the fraction of space I have to slightly rattle as my package is examined by a would be fisherman counts for anything.
No. I sit, and I wait. Actually, I have somewhat lost track of how long I have been hanging around. It could be days, weeks, maybe even months.
The sun never sets here.
I'm Not Lonely But
No. I'm not Lonely.
I watch people of all sizes walk by. I watch them with my one good eye. Big people. Little people.
But, today, a woman picked me up.
She Seems a Little Crazy
Can I level with you?
I always dreamed of the day I would leave this hook. I thought I would go live in a tackle box with other bait creatures.
But, somehow, with this lady, that doesn't look like an option. So, she put me in her cart. Not to complain, but it was a bumpy ride. Then, I ended up in a bag next to some deodorant. Old Spice and Axe. Evidently, the purchase was not for herself.
But, you never know nowadays.
I Knew It - She Is Crazy
I heard her on the phone with someone. I'm not going to live in a tackle box. I'm not even going to ever see a lake.
No. She intends to use me in an art deco project. I'm going to be a fish.
I feel like Pinocchio right now. You know, when he woke up and he was a real boy?
Yeah, that feeling... Although I do not think I will actually be a real live fish.