Paper

I was reading the Sunday New York Times, when the paper suddenly woke up. It last remembered being a tree and asked me what was going on.

I explained that it had been cut down, turned into pulp, and then converted into a newspaper.

The paper took it hard.

My co-dependency led me to take the paper outside, dig a hole in the ground, role the paper up, and stick it vertically in the hole.

I stood back and said, "There you go."

The paper said, "Really?!"