Good Job Canada for winning hockey against Russia and winning 1,2 in bobsledding.

After watching the Olympic Games, I've seen how hard the athletes work and how competitive they are against the opponents and how they strive to become the best, but after I look at myself, I see that I am a slacker, completely useless and can contribute nothing to the world once I'm older. I'm like the little piglet that the farmer tries to make fatter and fatter until one day he is fat enough to be killed and have his meat sold. As I picture the grotesque scene in my mind, each drop of blood that falls from the cut up meat reminds me of all the times that didn't try as hard as I could to make my future brighter and soon, I looked down to see a pool of thick crimson blood. The meat hanging from roof is now dry and they butcher sells the meat and I image the people boiling me in a pot, they are happy, yet I am dead. The people eat me and throw away my bones and the butcher leaves what is left of the meat for the dogs and the flies.

Crying, I said to myself that I was afraid of getting killed and tossed away, but the picture of the blood from the meat hanging on the ceiling going

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

Crying, I whispered to myself not to let my blood go drip drip drip.