i am a french fry. i live in a bag in a really cold place with other french fries. sometimes they get frozen to me and i yell at them because thats rude.
one day i was taken out of the super cold place and put in a metal thing that was room temperature.
then i saw a giant human hand put me into a very hot place. i was not used to hot place. it killed me with its heat.
when i died i felt very sad and dead.
just kidding. i was too dead to feel sad and dead.
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The Finest Potato Stories
ActionHave you ever wondered what potatoes truly think? I know I have. That's why I created this collection of short stories, all from a potatoes point of view. Learn about potatoe's beliefs, hopes and dreams, along with their enemies. These stories will...
