Creature 1:4 The Wonderful Mask Machine

Once upon a time, in a very flat forest, their was a machine that made wonderful masks.

Ugly Masks.

Pretty Masks.

Funny Masks.

Sad Masks.

Masks. Masks. Masks.

The machine made all kinds of masks, and people came from far and wide to see the machine's wonderful creations.

Everyone was so impressed with the masks, however, that they hardly ever payed any attention to the machine.

You see, even though the machine made masks that filled people's hearts with joy, the machine itself was old, rusty, dusty, and had lost many sprockets during it's stay in the very flat forest.

People loved the machine's wonderful masks, but their was NOTHING wonderful about the rusty, dusty, old machine.

Still, day in and day out the machine sputtered and spattered and steamed and screamed and made the most wonderful masks anyone has ever seen.

One night a great blizzard came and covered the flat forest in a thick blanket of beautiful white snow.

Every corner of the forest was beautiful and white...everywhere that is, except for the machines part of the forest.

Oh it was still covered with thick snow, but instead of being white, the smoke, oil, and steam from the machine had turned all the snow around the machine a dirty, greasy, black.

Pitch. Black.

The black snow stayed for many weeks and nobody would come visit the machine while it was surrounded by the oily snow.

One day, a pitch black snowlady appeared before the machine.

Instantly the machine sputtered into action.

BUZZCLICKCLICKPOWBANGZOOOOOOOOOMPOPFzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

And out of the machine came a wonderful smiley mask, that was truly beautiful and showed that the machine hadn't lost its talent during its long rest in the black snow, but the snowlady had no face, and wasn't impressed by the wonderful, smiley mask.

So the machine spattered on once again.

WHIRRWHIRRWIZZPOPbubblebubblebubbleKLANKFzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Many sprockets flew off the machine and many springs sprung out of place, but still, a wonderfully funny frowny mask came tumbling out of the rusty old machine.

The best frowny mask that the machine ever made!

But...

The snowlady had no face and wasn't impressed by the wonderful, frowny mask.

Not. In. The. Least.

KLANKTINGPOWPLOPFzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Grinning Mask.

TIPTIPTIPPIPPOPBOOMFzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Laughing Mask.

CRANKTONGBLAMBLASTFzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Crying Mask

KROOPPOOPDOOPDROOPFzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Kissy Mask.

But no matter what mask the machine churned out, the snowlady had no face and couldn't be impressed.

By this time the machine had lost many parts and was smoking badly from its crooked smoke stack but it couldn't stop until it had impressed the dingy, black, snowlady.

It began to steam and scream and spatter and sputter like it had done a million times before when suddenly...

...

...

nothing.

The machine seized to a sudden halt.

It had lost too many sprockets and sprung too many springs trying to impress the dingy black snowlady and even though it tried, it couldn't make another mask.

The machine.

Was.

Broken.

After many weeks, the black snow melted, as did the snowlady leaving behind only a large patch of dead grass in the very flat forest.

After many years, the broken machine rusted and rusted until it finally fell into a million pieces on the patch of dead grass.

Grass would never grow there again.

And black snow would never fall.

And the the only way you would even know the rusty, dusty, old machine existed, is if you were one of the lucky ones.

If you were lucky enough to see...

a mask.