there once was a lonely bucket who sat on the beach all day.
he felt he had a great purpose, something to give to this world
but the split across his chest mockingly reminded him that couldn't ever amount to much.
then one a day a girl passed by & stopped to admire his simple beauty. the split across his chest & the hardened sand that long ago stopped flowing were what met her eye.
he
realized that it was his split that gave him character & purpose.
the girl found beauty in the unexpected & the bucket knew in that
moment that his purpose had been fulfilled.
