Paint

June 20th, 2021, 2 pm.

On a hot sunny day in the glistening heat, one brave object bared the heat. Paint bucket.

Paint bucket used to be aluminum scrap. Working his way up the facility, he was successfully turned into a bucket where he decided to become the best bucket ever.

Now, this is strange. A paint bucket with a consciousness? Well, this is my book so be quiet and lament by yourself. *Hmph*

Anyways, Mr.Paint bucket wasn't always a paint bucket. He was many things. A milk bucket, water bucket, toy bucket.

His current owner used him for paint. A viscous liquid used for coloring things. Red. Blood red. Hopefully for Halloween.

Now, Mr.paint bucket was moving towards the fence wanting to splash something, anything with this sticky and viscous liquid to get it off him.

Finally getting to his destination, he tipped over and let the blood-red liquid fall out and pour onto the fence.

Thus starts our journey, of the drying paint.