You need some milk

Pope Potato

"Well, when it was a dreadful time to be living in this village, every day people who go about their lives normally such as walking around a lush green garden with elegant butterflies and-"Sir Mignon said, but was cut off by Milk-Carton.

"Oh come on! Get to the point here!" Milk-Carton exclaimed. She stood up, but quickly got dizzy. Everyone gasped. She thought it was because she was dizzy, but that and wasn't the case.

"You can't talk to Mignon like that. Ain't nobody in dis village talkin to Mignon with that rude attitude. People would think you come from the north village." A man yelled. He was wearing a police uniform and a corn on the cob for a badge.

"Kernel Corn." Soybean said.

"But I am from the north village." Milk-Carton said. Everyone gasped.

"Oh come on!" Soybean and Chick Pea exclaimed. "Thats how she is apart of the prophecy. She can end the spilt milk curse. Anyone who can cross villages is apart of the prophecy! She crossed!" They exclaimed in unison.

Wow, they must be twins, or physic. Milk-Carton thought.

"Coombyamba!" Everyone exclaimed. They all waved their arms and then bowed.

"What is your name?" Kernel Corn asked.

"Milk-Carton." Milk-Carton answered.

"What an atrocious name." Sir Mignon said.

"Oh, shut up! Like your name is better." Milk-Carton said. Everyone gasped.

"Miss.Carton, you will have to talk to the Pope now, to cleanse you of your sins. He will make sure you fulfill the prophecy and he might teach you some manners!" Soybean said.

"Yes, she shall meet with Pope Potato." Sir Mignon said. "Get up, we are leaving now." He ordered.

Milk-Carton tried to stand up, but saw the room spin. Sir Mignon dashed towards her and picked her up. Then he started walking, acting like what just happened was completely normal. He carried her out of the house in the village, onto a cobbled street. It was dark out.

"Why does this have to be so complicated?" Sir Mignon asks.

Milk-Carton didn't know exactly what to say. Her mind was going in circles, she kept thinking about what Chickpea and Soybean said, how she would die, and how she would have to fulfill the prophecy.

"I don't know man." Milk-Carton said.

Sir Mignon laughs. They were almost to a church. The church bells were going off, and a man was standing outside of it.

"You must be the disrespectful girl." Pope Potato says.

"Yeah, whatever dude." Milk-Carton says.

Sir Mignon laughs and Pope Potato's jaw clenches and he balls his fists. They walked into the church and saw everyone stare at them. They headed into a room. Sir Mignon put Milk-Carton down, and they all discussed the major topic.

"The prophecy, she is the one." Pope Potato said.

"How can you tell, just by looking at me?" Milk-Carton asked, crossing her arms.

"Well first of all, you're manners are almost an exact copy of any person in the north village, so I'm assuming that you're from the north village. Second of all, you're face is all over the books that talk about the prophecy. Angels have spoken to the people here, showing them the face of the chosen one." Pope Potato answered.

She looked around just to see her face, plastered all around the church.

"So I'm famous?" Milk-Carton asked.

"Yes, you could say that, but we need to talk about the prophecy." Pope Potato said.

"She's getting weaker sir." Sir Mignon said.

"Well, she needs to fill the prophecy, before its too late." Pope Potato said.

"Too late?! What do you mean by too late?" Milk-Carton screamed.