Blue and Foam, by William and Patrick

    "Hey, Blue, the last guy who came in here didn't use us. What's up with that?" asked Foam.

    

    "I don't know. I wish he did, because I have mold growing on me in this tube," exclaimed Blue.

   

    "I wonder why all the people are in such hurry to leave?" questioned Foam.

     

    "I don't know, I think its because they have better things to do than use us," said Blue.

    "I know, it is sort of disgusting that they don't use us,  but if you think about it, we are in a pretty good position," stated Foam.

   

    "What do you mean by that, Foam?" asked Blue.

    "Well they're not touching us. Isn't that good," said Foam with glee.

    "Yeah you're right, I think I should start listening to you more often!" said Blue.

    "Oh, here comes another guy, get ready!" said Foam with power.

    "No, that's not a guy, that's a dog wondering around in the wrong place!" Blue said with frustration.

    "Sorry, I can't really see well with this foam surrounding my eyes" apologized Foam.

    "That's o.k., I used to be the same way, till there was a hole in this thing," said Blue.

    "Have you thought about that, when the next time someone uses us, we are going to die. So I hope no one uses us in a while," exclaimed Foam.

    "Ya, I hope so too," Blue said tiredly.

    "GUESS WHO WE ARE!" they yelled together!