Dear all Squash players,
I love being a squash ball! I experience new
heights, and good thing I am not that bouncy (if I was, ouch.). I think I got
lucky on that one. Still there are a few drawbacks to this sport, the name and
the way you kids play.
The
name. Of me. I mean being called a squash ball!? Being named after
slimy gourd! What an odd name. Oh, you mean the other squash? Oh. Well it’s
still pretty bad name. You don’t even squish squash balls! (I hope you never
will…)
Also,
players, beware of your lousy mistakes. Be sure to only hit me with the bendy
nylon stringy part. When I get hit by the outside plastic frame, oooohhh, the
pain.
Uh-oh!
Some dude is coming! He has a squash racket! I guess it’s time for me to go.
Sinc-
*ow!* -erly, *owchy!*
Squash
*oof!* Ball *ouch!*
P.S.
Tennis Ball feels the same way.
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