“…there was a man with a big blue box.”
I love newspapers. Fairy tales. And pretty grim ones too.
"But I have sharp corners," said the missing piece. "I am not shaped for rolling."
"Corners wear off." said the Big O, "And shapes change. Anyhow, I must say good-bye. Perhaps we will meet again…"
And away it rolled.
The missing piece was alone again.
The Missing Piece Meets the Big O, by Shel Silverstein [x]