Let me tell you a story about when I was a young spoonling fresh off the factory line....
I had just settled into my new home among some new friends I had made. Some of the older spoons around us told us about when we would be used for eating. Our job was an important one; transporting fuel from the base into beast. When it finally came my time to help I welcomed the experience. The aroma of what I now know was tomato soup was overpowering, but delicious. When it was finally over, I remember being placed into a large chamber. I started panicking then. No one had warned us about his, so the young spoons started screaming. The door to the chamber closed and soon it was pitch black. All I could hear were the screams of my comrades. The terrible noise only got worse when a strange liquid came from all sides. I could barely take a breath and felt as though I might drown. My mind was numbing. I cried out "Oh cruel world, why do you harm us so?!" and then I went unconscious. I awoke feeling strangely refreshed, but still slightly dizzy. And that, young ones, was how I survived my first dishwasher mission.
It was three years since I moved now. In the beginning it was different, but now it’s kind of relaxing; except in the summer. In the winter its warm and nice being here, but in the summer when it’s hot outside it can be too much sometimes. I have got a lot of new friends here; you’re always close to each other whether you want to or not, so it’s nice that it’s not uncomfortable. What I miss the most is seeing the sun; it’s always dark and haze in here. But I guess this is what I have to get use to; it’s how it is to live inside a dishwasher. Sincerely the teaspoon Max. /Jennifer
"Yippy " yelled the spoon. It was cleaning day and all the forks, spoons and other tablewear were all being put into the dishwasher. It was an exciting time for all, because they all got to get clean and it was always warm and bubbly. The spoons always had the most fun, screaming and and playing with the bubbles. When they were all done and squeaky clean, they were all put into their places for the next time to be used and for the next time they get to take a bath in the dishwasher.
It was my first day in this new house after being taken from the shelf at the local Walmart. I had been crammed in a small, dark box with the forks and knives and I was soo glad to be free! Dinner went well, it was a soup night so I got to come out of the drawer. Everything was fine and dandy until I found out I would not be washed by hand but in the dishwasher. I had heard about these things before and I don't think I liked them very well. There were stories about spatulas melting and an extremely hot period that felt like an eternity. I was too young to die, I had just been packaged and put on the shelf for cripes sake! It was now time, time to be put in the dishwasher. Oh lordy! What was I going to do, I hadn't even told my mother I loved her before going to dinner. This was the end.
I started to scream but my screams were muffled by the door closing. The water turned on slowly, filling up the place, then all of a sudden WHOOSH!! The water was circling violently all over me, splashing me in the face. I could barely take a breath in between. Then the hot period came. Oh my goodness I thought I was going to die. Then all of a sudden, it was over. I looked around and everyone was ok. I had survived! Whoo-hoo!!!
I am an old spoon. I have traveled across many continents, and have recently landed in Germany. A poor peasant woman just sprung for a dishwasher. What a large, noisy beast! I have never encountered one of these before! The first time I was put inside, rain was poured over me, bubbles surrounded me, and the temperature was so hot as to be suffocating. I almost had a heart attack. I am an old spoon. I don't know if I can take it much longer.
You spelled "TUESDAY" wrong in the title of the blog! :P
No one likes me. I have no friends. For the knives, forks, bowls and cups hate to be around me. In the dishwasher all I hear is shouting. It is not my fault that water flings perfectly off my rounded face and slams into the others in the dishwasher. It is not my fault that I am scraped against the plate at dinner. It is not my fault that metal gets really hot when sitting in hot soup and burns the human mouth. It is not my fault that I ruin microwaves. I do nothing, yet I do everything wrong. I am but a spoon, with no companion. :'(
the heat of thewaters burns why must they do this to me i feel like i'm being used all they do is burn and mistreat me why oh why must i suffer this cruel fate can't i be like the knife next door all he goes through is a gental wrinsing oh why must i suffer this cruel fate
Since I don't have a dishwasher, I would imagine things like this. Water swishing all around Soap bubbles popping. The water starts out cool But quickly turns to hot. It feels sort of relaxing, But still it burns me. I hope I get out soon, Before I melt away.
My name is Jimmy, and I am a spoon. Today the youngest of my masters used me to eat his Cheerios. I didn’t like having to wake up in the morning and have to bathe in milk. It was chilly at first, but I got used to it after a few minutes. But I did end up on the floor when it was all said and done and was walked on by the vicious family cat. The lady master saved me, though, and placed me in the sink with the rest of the dishes. I had a short conversation with the fork beside me. But he kept going on and on and never let me have a say. Forks are very rude in that way. They have too much pride. So I took a nap, only to find myself in the middle of a storm. I couldn’t see a single thing because of all the bubbles and water. It was nice, though, for it was nice and warm in there. I was sad when it went away. I had no one to talk to in there until my master took me out of the weird contraption and returned me to my home.
Let me tell you a story about when I was a young spoonling fresh off the factory line....
ReplyDeleteI had just settled into my new home among some new friends I had made. Some of the older spoons around us told us about when we would be used for eating. Our job was an important one; transporting fuel from the base into beast. When it finally came my time to help I welcomed the experience. The aroma of what I now know was tomato soup was overpowering, but delicious. When it was finally over, I remember being placed into a large chamber. I started panicking then. No one had warned us about his, so the young spoons started screaming. The door to the chamber closed and soon it was pitch black. All I could hear were the screams of my comrades. The terrible noise only got worse when a strange liquid came from all sides. I could barely take a breath and felt as though I might drown. My mind was numbing. I cried out "Oh cruel world, why do you harm us so?!" and then I went unconscious. I awoke feeling strangely refreshed, but still slightly dizzy. And that, young ones, was how I survived my first dishwasher mission.
It was three years since I moved now. In the beginning it was different, but now it’s kind of relaxing; except in the summer. In the winter its warm and nice being here, but in the summer when it’s hot outside it can be too much sometimes. I have got a lot of new friends here; you’re always close to each other whether you want to or not, so it’s nice that it’s not uncomfortable. What I miss the most is seeing the sun; it’s always dark and haze in here. But I guess this is what I have to get use to; it’s how it is to live inside a dishwasher. Sincerely the teaspoon Max.
ReplyDelete/Jennifer
"Yippy " yelled the spoon. It was cleaning day and all the forks, spoons and other tablewear were all being put into the dishwasher. It was an exciting time for all, because they all got to get clean and it was always warm and bubbly. The spoons always had the most fun, screaming and and playing with the bubbles. When they were all done and squeaky clean, they were all put into their places for the next time to be used and for the next time they get to take a bath in the dishwasher.
ReplyDeletewish wash,
ReplyDeletewooosh,
swish, swash,
spoosh,
twirling flying,
twisting diving,
around like waves and current,
rising,
falling,
surprising,
exhilorating,
freedom,
gulg gulg gulg,
breeze,
fresh air,
drying,
sqeeky clean,
refreshing,
baths are the best! (spoon)
ha! Jenni Gust
It was my first day in this new house after being taken from the shelf at the local Walmart. I had been crammed in a small, dark box with the forks and knives and I was soo glad to be free! Dinner went well, it was a soup night so I got to come out of the drawer. Everything was fine and dandy until I found out I would not be washed by hand but in the dishwasher. I had heard about these things before and I don't think I liked them very well. There were stories about spatulas melting and an extremely hot period that felt like an eternity. I was too young to die, I had just been packaged and put on the shelf for cripes sake! It was now time, time to be put in the dishwasher. Oh lordy! What was I going to do, I hadn't even told my mother I loved her before going to dinner. This was the end.
ReplyDeleteI started to scream but my screams were muffled by the door closing. The water turned on slowly, filling up the place, then all of a sudden WHOOSH!! The water was circling violently all over me, splashing me in the face. I could barely take a breath in between. Then the hot period came. Oh my goodness I thought I was going to die. Then all of a sudden, it was over. I looked around and everyone was ok. I had survived! Whoo-hoo!!!
I am an old spoon. I have traveled across many continents, and have recently landed in Germany. A poor peasant woman just sprung for a dishwasher. What a large, noisy beast! I have never encountered one of these before! The first time I was put inside, rain was poured over me, bubbles surrounded me, and the temperature was so hot as to be suffocating. I almost had a heart attack. I am an old spoon. I don't know if I can take it much longer.
ReplyDeletewow that was really depressing! :D
You spelled "TUESDAY" wrong in the title of the blog! :P
ReplyDeleteNo one likes me. I have no friends. For the knives, forks, bowls and cups hate to be around me. In the dishwasher all I hear is shouting. It is not my fault that water flings perfectly off my rounded face and slams into the others in the dishwasher. It is not my fault that I am scraped against the plate at dinner. It is not my fault that metal gets really hot when sitting in hot soup and burns the human mouth. It is not my fault that I ruin microwaves. I do nothing, yet I do everything wrong. I am but a spoon, with no companion. :'(
the heat of thewaters burns
ReplyDeletewhy must they do this to me
i feel like i'm being used
all they do is burn and mistreat me
why oh why must i suffer this cruel fate
can't i be like the knife next door
all he goes through is a gental wrinsing
oh why must i suffer this cruel fate
Since I don't have a dishwasher,
ReplyDeleteI would imagine things like this.
Water swishing all around
Soap bubbles popping.
The water starts out cool
But quickly turns to hot.
It feels sort of relaxing,
But still it burns me.
I hope I get out soon,
Before I melt away.
My name is Jimmy, and I am a spoon. Today the youngest of my masters used me to eat his Cheerios. I didn’t like having to wake up in the morning and have to bathe in milk. It was chilly at first, but I got used to it after a few minutes. But I did end up on the floor when it was all said and done and was walked on by the vicious family cat. The lady master saved me, though, and placed me in the sink with the rest of the dishes. I had a short conversation with the fork beside me. But he kept going on and on and never let me have a say. Forks are very rude in that way. They have too much pride. So I took a nap, only to find myself in the middle of a storm. I couldn’t see a single thing because of all the bubbles and water. It was nice, though, for it was nice and warm in there. I was sad when it went away. I had no one to talk to in there until my master took me out of the weird contraption and returned me to my home.
ReplyDeletei am a spoon without a mother or father
ReplyDeleteonly manmade appliances feel like i do.
I am lonely and remain unbothered,
I just live here and do what I do.
Only inside of the warm dishwasher
do i come clean, inside and out.
My friends are all bowls,cups, and forks
I reckon to say i don't get along with sporks.
I, near the end face the sharp air
and into the mouth of a child I stare.