Blog #9

#1
Oliver and I were very worried. We had been sitting on the counter watching things fly in the trash or in the beast's mouth every 5 seconds. Who knew when it would be our turn. Almost right as I thought that, I was scooped up and dropped down. It felt like I was falling for a century when finally I smacked the hardwood. The beast cautiously approached me when something took both of us by surprise. Oliver had been thrown down to the floor with me and had just landed. His shape allowed him to roll on the hardwood and the beast saw him as a bigger threat than me. Quickly, the beast pranced away from me and grasped Oliver in his paws. Oliver let out a squeal. I was worried for my friend, but I am afraid he is no longer functioning. Just like the pizza said the beast ripped him every which way until he was done with him. Approaching slowly, the beast came back to examine me again. By the time he made it back to where I was laying, he was preoccupied with something else that fell on the floor. The hands realized this and picked me up and took me to plan B: the trash. Quietly, I sat as I was smashed in the bottom of the bag alone with no one to talk to. That was just until my cheese stick friends joined me of course.

#2
We smacked the countertop as the hands put us down. Anxiously, we waited until the hands would make a decision of what they would like to do. Foods all around us were being thrown to the beast and thrown in the trash. At this point anything but the beast option seemed reasonable to us. Until we determined our fate. We were placed on a wooden board next to many other chopped up veggies: peppers, carrots, tomatoes, they were all there. None of them said anything due to the fact that they had just been previously chopped into hundreds of little pieces. I thought to myself, "This doesn't look good." I couldn't find the words to say anything to Oliver before we both went. We were both so in shock that we didn't know how to react. Before I knew it, Oliver was in a chamber repetitively slicing up and down until the only thing left was many different slices of onion on the board. I was next, this was the end. I closed my eyes and waited for everything to go black.

#3
Food was being thrown left and right. It looked like a middle school food fight in the kitchen. We were waiting for our fate to be determined on the counter. The hands came by and scooped both, Oliver and I up from our resting positions. To our surprise, they did not take us to the trash or back to the fridge. The hands placed us in the sink and turned the water on. It was a very refreshing feeling, having water run through all of my leaves. There were other foods in there as well, all fresh foods. We were washed and then placed in a secluded area of the counter away from all of the madness. From this vantage point, we watched everything go down. All of the rumors told by the pizza slice were confirmed in a matter of seconds. The beast was tearing everything in its way up. The hands threw foods in every which direction. When the hands settled down and started putting things away, we were left on the counter. I remember thinking that we made it past judgement day, but we didn't make it past judgement day dinner. However, after a couple hours, the hands returned and noticed us. Ready for wherever the hands would take us, we were brought bake to home. Finally, those big doors that let in so much light were delivering us back into the refrigerator. We had survived. But now Oliver and I had to deal with all the new foods and knowing we would be one of the first two to go.