i was not always a mashed potato. i have some memories of the before time.
i used to live in a garden full of other potatoes who were like me except more stupid. they also looked less great.
the humans probably thought i would escape somehow. thats why they mashed me up.
the agony was unbearable as they smashed me with a metal crusher that made my body crush.
guts smashed everywhere and then i cried.
just kidding. my eyes were too broken to cry.
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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...
