Hey guys,

One day I was in my house at the coffee table and I saw something on the table that felt like it... well, belonged to the table. It was like it was saying to me, "this is my home, friend! I'm finally home!"

"Is this really your home?" I replied. "How do you know that this is where you belong?"

"This is definitely my home," it replied. "I've been stuck in a cupboard for a while. With all the other cups. Not knowing the way out. Man it gets hot in there. And dark."

"If this is definitely your home, then why don't you stay? I'm sure the old man will let you if you just express your feelings to him? Please do?"

"I can't stay. The old man will never let me. Besides, in a cupboard is where I belong. I have a family that relies on me to bring home the beans. And I'm grateful for that. That I'm not... self-sufficient."

"I understand that you must leave. But please, take this with you."

And then I chucked an apple core in the thing and took it to the back.

Thanks for listening.
-SpXer-