2011
"It was a perfect square. It had four matching corners and four equal sides. And it was perfectly happy." But then came Monday and the square was cut into pieces with holes, and it wasn't perfect anymore. So the square turned itself into a fountain. Each day of the week, the square is turned into something new as it is cut, torn, shredded, shattered, snipped, crumpled. The square became a garden, a river, a mountain, a park, a bridge...Then on Sunday nothing happened to the square (and we see him frown). Thankfully he can turn itself into a widow and look out to see mountains, rivers, bridges...
Perfect Square
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