The Lost Crouton
By: RinaRulez
One day in a far off kitchen, a family was throwing a barbeque party. The eldest son was turning 17 and just so happened to be a vegetarian among a town of carnivores. His mother always made him the same meal: Chef’s Salad.
The grill caught on fire and the mother ran outside with a fire extinguisher after making a fresh batch of the Chef’s Salad.
All of a sudden, a crouton fell over the edge of the bowl of Chef’s Salad.
“Noooo!!! Frederick!!” yelled the tomato in desperation.
“He had so much more to see!” cried a carrot.
“…How do we know it was a guy, or that his name was Fred?!” asked a leaf of lettuce, “Seriously, that crouton was one of the last to be added. We never even got to know it.”
All of a sudden from farther down in the salad came an old, rickety voice: “Did I hear a young, whipper-snapper call my name?”
“Oh, goody, Fred’s alive!” said the tomato.
Meanwhile, under the counter the crouton was scared. He was in a dark, cold, and lonely place.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” the crouton asked the dark.
Nobody answered.
The crouton was quite depressed now. He had no chance; he’d die alone and worse, by the claws and jaws of a mouse or a rat.
One day a grain of rice fell onto the floor.
“Finally! Somebody to talk to!” yelled the crouton in joy.
“Oh… hi… What’s your name?” asked the grain of rice.
“My name is Gohan. What about you?” replied the crouton.
“I’m Peach. How long have you been down here?”
“I have no idea. I lost count ages ago.”
And so they continued to talk about what had been happening in the light of the kitchen and in the dark. Soon enough, the two foods had fallen in love.
Then one day, a vacuum came and sucked them up. That was the end of the love of the food couple.