The Lots

My brother and I were fashioned out of a piece of wood, shaped, sanded, and made into a pair of lots. We were made in a small city of where we belonged to a little boy. He soon lost us in a bet with some of the other city children. As we got passed from owner to owner, big and small, old and young, our adventures continued in the pockets of strangers, where we endured the stench of trash and the wetness of water. Our current staus was floating somewhere out at sea where we were picked up by a fishing net. As we were hoisted up to the ship in a group of fish, we caught the eye of the captain onboard where he picked us up and stored in his pocket. As a couple of days passed, the captain had brought us to a small wooden crate where we would have to decide the fate of a man by the name of Jonah. As the captain shook us, we tumbled and rolled around inside his clenched hands where he then tossed us onto the crate. As we landed and regained our composure, my brother and I had found that the fate we had decided for the man was death. He was thrown overboard.