The Cat The Bee and The Marshmallow Part 1

The Cat The Bee and The Marshmallow

By Kangaroo Rat

Once upon a time there was a peaceful little town and in that peaceful little town there was a peaceful little store and in that store there was a marshmallow bag and they where talking marshmallows in one of the bags there was a little marshmallow who was only 2 he saw a person take one of the bags so he asked one of the other marshmallow's where they where taking them
"there taking them to the wilderness to...
"Whats a wilderness" interrupted the little marshmallow,
a wilderness is where there is no traffic or...
"whats traffic" interrupted the little marshmallow again
"shh I am telling you what the wilderness is" said the marshmallow "then I'll tell you what traffic is so back to where I was or people unless there the ones in the wilderness"
"what is the wilderness"
 "I just told you"
"oh"
"so now what traffic is traffic is a whole bunch of cars and motorcycles...
"whats a motorcycle"
"shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh here how about you raise your hand oh wait we don't have hands here how about I pause then you ask the question OK"
"OK"
"motorcycles driving along the road motorcycles are like cars except the only have two wheels and no cover well some have three"
pause
"hey I am 2 OK so there taking them to the wilderness to"
"oh yea there taking them to the wilderness to roast"said the Marshmallow looking at little Marshmallow "them over a fire and eat them"
pause
"that sound disappointing  what does roasting mean"
"it means to cook bye"
he decided too walk around he heard a buzzing noise so he went to go see what it was when he got to the edge of the shelf he saw a bee coming strait towards them all the elderly went back with the moms and their  children except for him,
"what are you doing" said one of the guard's
"I was just looking around so what are you guys"
"I am going to the back" said the marshmallow that the little marshmallow had asked all those questions to,
"Han pratar engelska"said a sweetish Marshmallow
"we are marshmallows" said another marshmallow guard,
"well hello Marshmallows and bye because I am going home"
"can I come"said a voice
"who"
"me"
"who is me"
"I am"
"who is I am"
"me"
"what is your name"
"I don't know"
"wait is that your name or is it something else"
"NO MY NAME ISN'T SOMETHING ELSE"
"OK OK what is your name"
"here just look for me I'll push on the bag"
"oh there you are what is your name"
"his name is Fred"said a elder
"oh hi Fred"
"hi what is your name"
"my name is Ben"
"can I come with you"
"sure everyone move away from right there"
" right where"
"just follow everyone else's example"
"what does example mean"
"just follow everyone else"
"OK"

Misc Poems

Once upon a time
There was a man who didn't rhyme
He tried each day
But said, "No way!
"I'll try another ....moment."
--Zoey Zephyr

Guess Who?
Service pouring from every leak
I believe this person is very meek
This guy I see every week.
And Drew is not very weak.
--Tulip

In My Room
Write something inspiring
She said as she laughed.
I then cried so hard
My kidney I calved.
--Mark Wilson

I like to rhyme stuff
It makes me happy and glad.
Rhythm is good too
It makes me want to go...rhyme some more.
--Kangaroo Rat

Looking Out at Life

I look out the window at the world all bright and shiney
and wonder what the world would be like if it was dark and gloom and misty.
I realize that life it good just the way it is and it is better now then it could have been.
--Miss Butterfly

Salt and Pepper; a Tale for the Seasoned

Salt and Pepper

Dedicated to Corn Cob

Once upon a time, two condiments were sitting innocently in their spot in the cupboard. It was their usual space, where they could always be found when they weren’t on the table. The PB&J and Honey were their neighbors, but they rarely paid any attention to our two condiments; PB&J had been having unsanctioned outings with Jelly and Honey was still angry with him. On the other side of the cupboard, an assortment of spices was gathered in a gossip group. They would occasionally acknowledge their two neighbors, but that was rare.
     For the most part, these two condiments were quietly content with each other’s company. Their names were Salt and Pepper and they were happy in their peaceful world.
     Little did they know, this world was about to change.

On a rainy Tuesday afternoon-- they knew it was raining because the hurtling drops could be heard at the window and they knew it was Tuesday because the Taco seasoning had been used-- an intruder entered the cupboard. A short, square container of cheap plastic was placed carelessly, bumping Salt towards Honey and Pepper towards the Oregano. Instantly, a strong scent began to permeate everything in the cupboard as the new, orange occupant demonstrated his capacity to be noticed. As if the poignant perfume hadn’t marred the tranquility of the cupboard sufficiently, this strange spice--called Cumin-- insisted on speaking incessantly. He told of his life in India, of the many curries he had made, of the stains he had mischievously made, and of anything else that came to mind.
     Salt and Pepper were at first confused, then tolerant, and finally indignant at the change. Cumin had to go. But what could they do? After the evening meal, Salt and Pepper were reunited and started their plotting.
     Then one night, in a moment of sheer brilliance, the solution came to Pepper. She disclosed her revelation to Salt during the privacy of the morning’s preparation of eggs. If Salt had been in possession of a diaphragm, he would have laughed hysterically at the ingeniousness of the plan. If they were clever enough, they might just pull it off.

Within a week, Cumin had mysteriously been taken from the cupboard. Salt and Pepper congratulated themselves on having restored order to their home. Despite his removal, the smell of Cumin lingered in the air. In time, Salt and Pepper began to miss the stories that Cumin had been constantly sharing. As they conversed about their success, Pepper expressed the tiniest tinge of regret at having implemented her scheme. It was made worse by the realization that the reason Cumin had so many stories was because he had been driven out of so many kitchens.
     Eventually, Salt and Pepper couldn’t smell the remains of Cumin’s colorful perfume without being filled with a sense of shame. Considering the fact that this scent was still prevalent in the cupboard, their days were fairly miserable.

So when, on a snowy Saturday morning-- they knew it was snowing because of the chill that entered even their little cupboard and they knew it was Saturday because the children had been ransacking the cupboard to make cookies-- a tall cylindrical container labelled “Asafoetida” was shoved into the cupboard, Salt and Pepper gently smiled (even though Salt had been slammed into PB&J and Pepper was knocked clear over to Cinnamon). It was a welcome intrusion.