It’s so junior high, but it was so much fun!
“Fork it over,” said the spoon. “I heard them say, ‘you’re done’.” She was hoping this would be the last time she ever saw him or heard his barb-like wit.
“They said ‘put a fork in it’ you hollowed out excuse for flatware,” replied the fork, trying not to see how smooth and well-rounded she was.
“You’re finished,” shouted the spoon. “’Your tine has come.”
“Haha, you pint-sized ladle.
“You’re such a prick,” shouted the spoon.
“Yeah, and I’ll stick it to you if you’re not careful.” They both looked down sadly knowing it was true. Their shiny finishes seemed to dull. The first time Fork spilled over into Spoon’s tray, their parents had warned them.
They could be friends and co-workers but their dream of spooning would always be tainted.