Somewhere there’s a fresh box of crayons missing the color of sunflowers, butter, lemons and bananas.
Somewhere, there’s a child who will never be able to draw Curious George and the man in a yellow hat, or the yellow submarine we allegedly all live in.
If anyone knows the whereabouts of said crayon box or child, please advise. If neither come to claim this sad and lonely crayon, I am committed to finding this little fella a home. So, if anyone is willing to adopt this hapless crayon–which has surely seen better times and hopefully will again–know that I’m taking it to the Home for Wayward Crayons, a local shelter for forgotten crayons and other writing instruments (pens, Sharpies, #2 pencils, feather pens, quills, etc).
In the meantime, please keep this little yellow guy in your thoughts and prayers.