"Hey, wait... what are you doing?" the oversized cat asked as the last handler came over and reached for the vent. "Do I have to be deflated now? I was just blown up a few hours ago. I listened and didn't try to float away. Can't I go somewhere else first? I want to see more and enjoy some time floating about..."

The handler looked up into the big sad eyes of the balloon, and saw why no one else would let the air out of this one... Even he wondered if he could.



Something random that came out of my head. I considered holding on to this, or redoing it closer to the Macey's parade here in the US; but then thought, 'No, I don't want to make more people sad about deflating the balloons.'