Mr. Potato Head - Free Write
There sat the lonely little Mr. Potato Head. All his friends and family had left the sack, one by one, and now he sat there alone and waits. He lays there, abandoned, in the darkness, waiting for someone to come take him away. He knew he was the last one left because of his slight disorder, but it wasn't his fault, it's not like he could help the way he grew up.
It all started on a small Idaho farm, where the nicest human he had ever known took great care of him. Mr. Potato Head grew up with twenty other potato friends on that farm. He remembered it just like it was yesterday. First, the farmer put them all into the ground for a mud bath, supposedly those things like to smooth out the skin. Then he would bring water to us every day, and sometimes he'd bring medicine along too, I think they called it...fertilizer!
After awhile I remember breaking through the soil, the first time I felt that warm sun on my toasty body was like heaven. Well, I guess in reality it was amazing like heaven, but hot like hell! Whenever I popped out of the ground, the farmers dog ran up, slobber falling on my from his mouth, his fur sheading all over me, and then out of no where I felt his razor sharp teeth dig into me and tear a chunk off. The farmer came running over, yelling at the dog that almost killed me. Picking me up he repaired my wounds and cleaned me up so that I could still be sold for profit.
Now that brings me here, this empty, dark, cold bag, all alone, waiting to be chosen. I blame my situation on that dang dog that got me where I am today.
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