It was a carpet in need of a home, and, being more decisive than most of its kind, it decided to go out and find one on its own. It might be a little threadbare around the edges, of colors a little too last season, but flying carpets weren't cheap, and as far as it was concerned, it never should have been discarded in the first place. Even if it had kidnapped the dog and dumped it far away where *it* never should have found its way back.
Inspiration: My oriental carpet.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. This could make a mediocre humorous story, but it's not really what I'm interested in. Poor carpet. Nobody wants it, not even the writer.
Inspiration: My oriental carpet.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. This could make a mediocre humorous story, but it's not really what I'm interested in. Poor carpet. Nobody wants it, not even the writer.