Chapter 4: The Yellow Monster

I was given the yellow monster, for lack of a better name, from my boss.  He must have know that the best way to keep me productive was to provide me with something I could DESTROY!  As soon as I sank my teeth into the yellow monster, it gave off a high pitch moan.  Another bite, another moan.  I knew I must be on the right track to destroy the yellow monster because it let me know I was hurting it with each clench of my jaw.  Soon I became addicted to the noise.  I constantly had to get a fix.  Day after day, I woke up craving the squeak and at night I dreamed of it.  There is no sound better.  I decided I had to find out what was making the sound. I started ripping at the yellow monster.  Little by little, tearing at its fibers until, finally, I ripped out its plastic squeaking heart!