It had to be an assault.

After all no one had bothered them for so long it was hard to remember when they had been paid any attention.

They lived in blissful ignorance that anything could be different. They survived storms, wind, dust and neglect. They were content.

Now there was this assault on their very being.

They were used to being wet on the outside but on the inside it was almost unthinkable. What was this soap and water being applied? And the rubbing, it was unthinkable!

They were feeling quite affronted by the entire ordeal.

Layers of warmth where being stripped from them. Suddenly it was if they were being stripped naked and the entire world could see their bits, could see right inside their indignation.

To make it worse the one part that gave them some sense of individualism was being taken away. The broken pane, long part of the landscape was being replaced by a clean, bright and in the windows opinion, haughty new one.

It was all part of the new regime to clean up the old shed. For so long it had nestled in the warmth of layers of sawdust and cobwebs oblivious to any other possible condition.

But now there was movement, things were changing, the dust was being attacked, the tools uncovered, the floor rediscovered and to make it even more disconcerting, the windows cleaned.

It took a little while to rid the windows of their accumulated years of dirt and grime but once completed and they realised the benefits of such a clean they took on an air of superiority. “Look at us,” you could hear them saying, “aren’t we the smartest?”

With the windows giving up their long held belief of having a right to hold every thing in, their new found liberation, the fact they could now see beyond the window sill gave a whole new perspective to the old shed and a realisation that the view was well worth a good long look. How had they missed that they asked themselves as they took in the green fields, the cattle grazing and the wood ducks on the creek.

Dirt and being dirty, were a thing of the past and in the windows opinion the rest of the shed had better get its act together to keep up, for no matter how old and dated you might be there was nothing like a good scrub to give you a whole new lease on life.

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