Those Things...

A Story

*Morgan Freeman voice*

The potato rolled on the floor, coming to a stop at someone's foot. That someone felt it, so they looked down. They picked it up and smiled.

"A potato!" that someone exclaimed, holding it up like it was Simba.

Now, that potato was a special potato. This potato had feelings, and thoughts. He had dreams.

If you were a food, you would understand this potato'a thoughts, but unless you are spaghetti or something, you're a human being sitting in your chair reading this story. This potato wanted to be eaten. That was his sole purpose in life. When he was a little spud, he heard from others where they planned on going. Places like bowls, plates, hands, and this potato didn't know what to think.

He just grew up, and ended up here in this mans hands. So, now it is up to this man how he eats little potato.

The man contemplates. How should he eat this potato? It has to be special. It's not everyday a potato comes rolling to you on a silver platter.

You know what I mean.

He goes into his kitchen to see what he can do. Then, the idea pops into his head.

Just eat it raw!

So, he peels it and puts salt on it. And eats it.

The potato was happy.

The end.