What Happens to a Toy Chewed Up?

Currently my seventh grade writing students are immersed in a poetry unit, which has been a lot of fun!  In class, we recently read Langston Hughes's "What Happens to a Dream Deferred?"  Here are the lines to it if you do not recall:

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

My students had some really good insight into the deeper meaning between each set of similes.  They puzzled to figure out why each was a perfect example of a dream dying.  So, the other day when I saw these two legs ominously lying beside our trash and recycling cans, a similar thought sprang to mind of, "What happens to a toy chewed up?

Reminiscent of Dorothy's house falling on the Wicked Witch of the East in The Wizard of Oz

Pure carnage

I specifically remember many good times with this once special and then wholly intact toy.

A once clean Crazy Legs Monkey palling around with Sock Monkey

Testing out the travel crate with Crazy Legs close by

Crazy monkey on Milt's back!

 I suppose it was really only a matter of time until Milton separated those crazy legs from Crazy Legs Monkey.  So, what really happens to a toy chewed up?  It hangs around until Milton starts swallowing bits and pieces of it.  Then it hits the trashcan for a proper burial at the dump.  Sad, I know.  If only Milt would learn to be more responsible with his toys!