one day there was a sad ball, he was so sad he deflated and died. the end. uwu

No happy ball is better

On a random day the sad ball was walking on a great place, but her is sad and can't undestand why the other balls is happyed, more than her. And her is start did a hobby, and this hobby is jump. her is goes, goes and gojump more and one day her is goes to heaven and she can't undestand how, but her is happy because she see the all world on your vision. The end.

Sad Ball, a gloomy little orb in the kingdom of Bouncemark, rolls through life burdened by grief. His father, King Sphere, was mysteriously deflated, and now Uncle Bounce sits smugly on the throne, having married Sad Ball’s mother, Sphere-trude. One night, the ghost of King Sphere appears and whispers the truth: Uncle Bounce murdered him. Wracked with sorrow and existential dread, Sad Ball plots quiet revenge, questioning the meaning of bounce itself. He pushes away Ophelia Orb, who eventually sinks beneath the stream, her light extinguished. Chaos builds, friends betray, spies are popped, and in a final tragic tumble, poison, swords, and misunderstandings roll everyone toward doom. As Sad Ball deflates in Laertes’s arms, he whispers, “Let Horatio tell my story… and maybe patch the holes.” And so ends the tale of Sad Ball, the round prince who could not bear the weight of a crooked world.

In a quiet attic layered with dust and memories, an enchanted ball sat alone. It's once vibrant surface had faded and it's golden star dim. Long ago, it had been a child’s favorite toy, bouncing with laughter and humming soft tunes under the sunlight, but now it was forgotten. One day, the creak of footsteps stirred hope, and when a curious child lifted the ball with wonder in her eyes, it pulsed warmly, humming once more. In that touch, the sadness melted because even the loneliest magic can be rekindled by a little joy.

In a forgotten corner of the toy factory, behind crates of outdated action figures and dusty doll heads, lived Sad Ball.

He wasn’t always sad. Once, he was bright blue with a perfect bounce, destined for joy. But something went wrong on the conveyor belt, his paint smudged into a gloomy swirl, and his bounce was ever so slightly... off. The inspectors tossed him into the reject bin with barely a glance.

For years, Sad Ball sat in the dark, listening to the echoes of laughter from toys that made it to happy homes. He dreamed of rolling across warm floors, bouncing in the hands of a giggling child, or even just seeing the sky. But all he got were spiders.

Then, one day, a curious mouse named Momo scurried into the forgotten section. She nudged Sad Ball with her nose.

“You’re round!” she squeaked. “You roll!”

And roll they did.

Through vents, across wires, and under doors, Sad Ball and Momo made their escape. The world outside was loud, wide, and full of smells. For the first time, Sad Ball felt something strange, a little less sad.

Eventually, they found a small park. Children played there every afternoon. Momo gave one final push, and Sad Ball rolled into the sunlight.

A little boy picked him up. “Cool ball!” he said, and tossed Sad Ball into the air.

Sad Ball bounced. Not perfectly. But enough.

And in that moment, he wasn’t so sad anymore.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9wYShnZ_wo&pp=ygUSdGhlIHNhZCBiYWxsIGZ1bm55

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL6F8Sk8cJo

One day, all the woodland creatures gathered around Sad Ball out of concern because he was so sad. They had all decided to cheer him up, and each animal did its very best. The robin sang her cheeriest song. The fox laughed his most contagious laugh. The T-Rex bit the mother deer clean in half right in front of her own fawn in the most hilarious fashion. But none if it elicited even a smirk from Sad Ball because being sad is an immutable part of his own nature and he won't change it for anybody, even if all the world thinks he should.

One day, I throw a ball. It became a sad ball. The End

Balls are sad because they had to leave their home planet in Futurama

the ball fell in love with a nice female cook ball. it didnt work out so the ball was depressed and forgot bout all other friends they had. then the ball made a comeback and tried to be nice again

It was a particularly windy day.

No one noticed when it rolled off the porch.

Seasons changed.

Deflated. All alone. Never to bounce again.

Once loved, now forgotten.

"At least I have my memories."

Sad Ball faded away.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tcKf4Kh9oE&list=RD5tcKf4Kh9oE&start_radio=1

Earth is a sad, lonely ball drifting through the universe’s boundless dark

What if I don't want to make a story about it?

But what are the points good for? Nothing really.

Sad Balls, indeed.