Just a grammatical ornament 3

but it's true. no matter how much i try to delight in being a sign, i really wanted to be a word. i didn't want to be just any word, but the word "best." if i was going to be a word, i was going to be "best." it just sounded so right, so perfect. only one person or thing could be the best and i was the word best. it really made me feel good, and feelings do really matter. wanting so much to be the word "best" made me feel good. i was not quite sure how to become the word "best." someone told me to apply so i did. there were so many words and signs in line to be the "best." it was the longest line that i ever saw. quotation marks, question mark, hundreds of thousands of words like "superior" and "holy", and many other signs were in line. none of them would budge at all. no one let me sneak in line. they all had these expressions on their faces as if they were better than others. i thought of leaving the line but i didn't want to give in.

some words talked about an interview that some words had already gone through. it was a tough, grilling interview they said. the interviewer really took you apart. i was ready for that though. some commas took a quick restroom break and tried to get back to where they were in line, but no one would let them in. it was a long, endless wait. but what else did i have to do? days passed, months, then years. finally, i was granted an interview.

"why do you want to be the word "best?" "
"because i can change into any sign i want to. i am the only grammatical creature who can do that. doesn't that make me the best?"
"do you mean that you are the best at adapting?"
"i suppose i do," i answered.