In the beginig, man found soil. Then, they messed with crops using science attacks. The continued this process until the first potato was discovered by non other than Paul Potato hmself. After gazing at this beauty, he began to wonder if the "Potato" was food. So Paul took a big, greedy bite out of it. He then proceeded to spit it out, back into the soil, went another weird idea came to his mind. To cook it! Duh! He thought. How else are ye supposed to eat this here doohicky? He laughed to himself as he threw the potato over his fire. In less than 10 minutes it looked cooked. So, once again, he took a big bite out of it, and once again he almost spit it out immediately. Too hot hee haa hoo! He laughed. He let it cool down. And this time, he took a good sized bite out of it, and his mouth exploded with flavor. I will plant these things and sell em...but what should the name be? Oh, I know! Pauls! He he, no. Oh I know! What about potatos! Yes! He said excitingly as he threw the potato back into the ground and buried it.
