Please pardon if my writing seems to be proper I am in the middle of reading Pride and Prejudice and must confess I am being transformed into an aristocrat.
Oh what a pity it is to find alas my life of war to be over! The time has come for me to cease the endless undeclared war between me and my neighbor! For my neighbor has, quite unfortunately, made a peace offering. To what of which that is I shall explain, if only you will listen. And do not forget the past acts of war that were taken against me in the past, observe here and here.
I was walking, jolly, with prudent intentions, to dispose of my garbage as fast as possible when a sudden realization disturbed my countenance. The toilet was in my house and I earnestly required it. I dropped the garbage can and sprinted to my residence, passing dear sister on the way in.
"Cassidy, dearest I must occupy the washroom!"
"Right away, dear!" She responded with intent concern.
When I was ready I headed back out the door, walking with the intention of finishing the job I started. But as I looked ahead of me to the spot of which I let rest my can of garbage, I found only an empty space. I stopped.
Alas! I was frightened! Did someone steal my dear garbage can?
I hurried to open the garbage room door with fear of it being too late. The door handle was quite dirty I must say, this is courage I display.
Inside the garbage room sat a perfectly luxurious garbage can completely intact. It was mine and I was saved!
But here comes the part of which there is fear. Fear only because it is so strange. So very strange, however benevolent, I was frightened.
As I looked inside the garbage can I observed ever single peace of garbage to be missing. And as I looked inside of the recycling bins it was there my garbage lay. I stood there with my eyes wide for minutes.
What ever could this mean?
My neighbor disposed of my garbage during my swift absence. That was all it could mean. And after what feels like years of war between this invisible neighbor, I realized it was all over. However fun the experience was, it is and will always be over. And for that I will be ever grateful. This was a noble deed of my neighbor, of whose identity I still do not know, but I thank him or her dearly in my heart.
The war is over, my friends.
The struggle has passed.
There may be peace.
Glory be to the name of I
and to Neighbor.
Till we meet again.