they had been used to fill the balloon in order to make it lofty, without any regard for these molecules not desiring a state of massed captivity,
with a clown smiling literally from ear to ear with what he had done, sentencing them to an uncertain fate inside a rubberspheric prison.
floating erratically above the small child he had given them to, they bounce up and down repeatedly upon string as this small jailer runs between tall ma'ams and misters
they long to be released, but they do not desire a wandering cell at the mercy of the winds—
!!! FANTASTIC CHANGE !!!
A man in dark vestiges has wandered into this paradigm with lit cigar in mouth, wearing a black moustache upturned at the ends. He smiles in twisted lip pleasure
as he POPS!!!
the key into the lock
FREE !!!
the yellow cocoon shrivels instantly away, tiny helium souls quickly separate as they dissipate completely into oblivion within a welcoming clear blue sky
Free—
~so you may understand, a possible justification exists for —conceivably— any negative human activity...