This straw isn’t bad, really, said the scarecrow. I like straw.

At least I’m eliciting strong emotions, said the alarm clock.

I’m taking this opportunity to get in touch with my roots, said the wind-thrown tree.

There’s no greater joy than the feeling of being useful, said the automatic rifle.

Wow, what an intense rush, said the lobster. You hardly notice the heat.

I’m ready for some time apart, said the quarry stone.