The Diary Of Potatoes

Maxwell The Potato

Here I am,about to be cooked alive in a fancy restaurant,My fate was about to be confirmed until something distracted h- I'm just joking,I won't make it alive

My fate is decided....until I heard cries,just 1

I tried rolling my way over and sure enough the chef is picking up a small potato,I quickly pushed something sharp of the edge of the counter and I seemed to get his attention.He placed the potato down and went to pick up the sharp thing,I rolled him over to his parents which were just outside the window

When the small potato got to his parents I began rolling back,until the chef picked me up and carried me to the boiling pot of water

I guess this is where my life ends,it ends bittersweet