[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

Day 1. I am taken off of a truck and hung up with several of my brethren in some place called `` Lowes''. It seems to be a place where humans come and buy things that they need for various tasks. I ca n't seem to remember much before today. Bits and pieces really. Molten metal, a lathe, nothing really. I am excited to hopefully begin my life as a useful tool. My brethren are all talking about things that they can potentially be used for. Chopping something called `` wood'' seems to be the most common, but more heroic things too, like working with a `` fireman''. All I can do now is wait, wait until someone needs a good strong ax. 
 
 Day 8. I was finally purchased. I was afraid it would take longer that that, given what I had heard from the hatchets, but it seems like I am to be needed after all. I am very excited. The human that bought me is a nice looking young man. He does seem to like the color black though. Black hair, black fingernails, black pants and shirt, but oh well, I am just glad to be of use. Ca n't wait to see what he will do with me. 
 
 Day 15 pt 1. After getting out to his vehicle, my owner put me in his trunk and left me there for a while. I almost began to worry, but it appears that he has remembered me and we are now making our way through what I can only assume are these `` woods'' that I heard so much about. We must be getting ready to chop up some `` wood''. 
 
 Day 15 pt 2. After walking for a ways, we came upon a clearing in which some `` tents'' have been set up. I see one of my brethren leaning up against a pile of `` wood''. It is dark outside and the small fire in the middle of these `` tents'' seems to be dying down. I wonder what we are doing out here, but I trust my owner and am ready to chop `` wood'' for him. 
 
 Day 15 pt 3. I am kind of confused. Shortly after arriving to the clearing with the `` tents'', my owner owner used me to destroy the `` tents''. It was really easy. There were some parts that seemed soft and some parts that seemed harder. I got this weird red stuff all over me and my owner. All three tents were destroyed and each had more and more red stuff. After we were done, he through me down and ran off. It has been a few hours. I hope he comes back for me. 
 
 Day 17. Some other humans found me earlier, though they did n't stay long. They ran off as soon as they saw the `` tents'' and all that red stuff. Shortly after that, several more humans came, all wearing matching uniforms and having very loud cars with bright flashing lights on top of them. One of the humans picked me up carefully and placed me in a bag that said `` evidence.'' I wonder what happened to my owner...? 
 
 Day 75. I almost lost count of the days that I was put into that bag. But finally I was taken out and there he was! My owner. Sitting in a large room with a group of twelve people all listening very carefully to another human talk to yet another human who was wearing this black `` robe''. I am not sure what it all means but they keep referring to my owner as a `` murderer''. I hope all this ends soon so I can go back to him. 
 
 Day 80. I found out that thing was called a `` trial''. I also learned that my owner was found `` guilty''. I was put back into the evidence bag and placed in a room. I wonder how long I am going to have to stay here this time. I sure do miss my owner... 
 
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 NOIRtheBLACK 
 
 **so not overly cheerful, but that is my take on the prompt** 
 

