Stack of paper

The stack of paper is falling toward the shredder. All the paper thinks the same, all wondering what will happen, if they will ever be put together again, if it will hurt. The blades are twisting ready to cut and shred the paper to little pieces. The papers start to worry wondering if something will save them from their demise, it looks like nothing will, each one separately says their good byes. They begin to feel the wind created by the twisting blades. They brace themselves for the shredding to begin. All of a sudden they blades start getting farther away and start slowing down. All of the papers start to wonder why this was happening. The hand that was holding them slowly moves toward the table where they originally came from. All the papers yell and scream in relief that they are moving away from the shredder and are going to be together for at least a little longer. The hand slowly moves toward the table and gently sets them down where they were once before in the drawer labeled "bills".