All week long, the lady has invaded my peaceful home, snatched one of my brethren, and stuffed him into a plastic bag to go God knows where. So here I wait, all by my lonesome, swimming in a huge jar while wondering when I'll have someone to talk to. I figure she'll be back tonight, which shouldn't be too awful. Rumor has it one of our ancestors moped in the back of the fridge for years. I'd rather die.
The light glows and my bath water swirls like a mini-hurricane until her meaty paw grips my tip and plunges me into a plastic bag. At least she didn't pierce me with a fork. The thought of that turns me greener as I find myself growing limp in the zipped tight baggie with no air or juice. Next, I'm wedged between some round, fat,
green thing and a Tupperware container filled with something leafy. The round pest rolls my way and forces me up against the container. My face is smashed, so I push back, but it's pointless. She's much heavier than me and oblivious to my pushing. Maybe I'd do better to slide beside the Tupperware. So I kick the round thing and roll as far away as possible.
What's this? Boy is she dense. The round blob is rolling after me. Doesn't she get it? I don't want to be trapped under her massive body weight. I hate her to the core!
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Carefully looking around at my fruit bowl to make sure they look like they're happy in there. :)
Hate her to the "Core" LOL
Apples are known to be bullies, always rolling their weight around.
You are a rock star among aliens.
Well done.Poor little apple. Clever and fun story with a really brilliant ending.
Hahahahaha - those silly apples.
Good job!
Bwah ha ha! Love your sense of humor Joyce!
That Apple is a real bully, throwing her weight around like that!
Who else would tell of the poor unappreciated pickle. Now the bullying here, for certain all too coo on. So glad you took on this unspoken national problem.
Pickles never get the respect they deserve.
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