Once upon a time, there was a little raisin, who lived with his mommy and daddy and aunts and uncles and cousins, in the raisin box. One day, Diego's cousin, Fausto, got taken away and put on oatmeal. Diego was horrified. How could anyone do that to Fausto? I must warn the others, Diego thought to himself. So he went to the top of the box and said "Good people of the raisin box, I must warn you of the great evil that lurks. Not ten minutes ago, someone took my beloved cousin, Fausto, and put him on oatmeal. We must escape before the same fate befalls the rest of us." A cry came up from the other raisins. They, too, thought it judicious to make an escape, so they all ran out of the raisin box, and hid in diverse corners of the cupboard, living in small tribes, and foraging for broken spaghetti noodles and bits of cashew. They lived very simply, but they were happy. As Thoreau said, Simplify, Simplify, Simplify.
The moral of this story is "Never eat salt and vinegar chips before bed or you, too, might wake up and write a story like this."
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3 comments:
I write stories like that all the time without eating salt and vinegar chips. I must be special! ...And not in a paste eating sort of way.
Nice blog you have here, by the way.
Pie is yummy.
If Diego, or one such other raisen, got lodged up someone's nose, would it reincarnate back to a grape, from all the nasal moisture?
These are the types of things I ponder when up in the middle of the night.
Fausto is the name of my grandpa. am i decsended from a raisin?
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