There was always a decorative bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter. Right next to it was this super powered, multi bladed blender.
The fruit was sleeping comfortably on this quiet morning just before dawn. All of a sudden, the lady of the house started bouncing down the stairs saying, “It feels like a smoothie morning.”
Every piece of fruit popped its eyes wide open. ”Oh no,” said the banana. “Another smoothie. You all know what that means,” and the banana pointed to the blender. “You should go first banana,” said the apple. “Your skin peels the fastest and your insides are so soft.”
Then the apple said, “I’m juicy but I have a tough skin and seeds to remove. I think I’m safe.” The strawberries knew they were getting thrown into the blender. “We’re so delicious and soft, there’s no way we will be spared,” they spoke in unison.
The blender was listening to the fruits talk to each other with panic in their voices. The blender was very conceited and full of itself. “My power and blades are the best there are. We can make a smoothie in sixty seconds or less.” Upon hearing this, the fruit started shaking so much the bowl almost fell off the counter.
By now, the lady of the house made her way into the kitchen and said out loud, “I don’t feel like washing the blender after making a smoothie. I think I’ll have a bowl of cereal instead.”
Upon hearing this, every piece of fruit fainted!
Ellen G.
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