Life as a Piñata

I see a little girl and her mother walk into the party store searching for one of my kind. Searching for a piñata. As the girl gets closer and closer to the isle I begin to get nervous. Every piñata's worse fear is to be chosen. The girl reaches the isle and scans all of us for a good two minutes, and then she makes her choice. Just my luck she chooses me. After her and her mother purchase me they load me up in the car and take me back to their home. Once we arrive at the house the little girl runs off while her mother fills me with profuse amounts of candy. After I am filled with sweets and treats she ties me to a tree branch. I see 10 kids start to run towards me and one has a bat in their hand. I now know what comes next. I watch as the mother blind folds the child and I prepare myself for the pain I am about to endure. The child takes her first swing and from then on everything goes downhill for me. With each swing from every child my pain gets worst and worst. Finally after the last child hits me I crack open. All of the sweets and treats spill out on the floor, and my life as a piñata is over.