August 12, 2009

The Amazing Marshmallow

The miniature marshmallow was stuck in a row of miniature marshmallows along the roofline of a gingerbread house.

“This isn’t fair. I don’t want to be a decoration. I want to melt in hot cocoa and be sipped!” she complained.

“Well, tough. You’re a decoration. Deal with it. We won second prize, didn’t we? You should be proud,” commented the miniature marshmallow’s neighbor.

“Proud? Poff! I have to sit here and turn to stone practically. Hmmphh!” pouted the dissatisfied marshmallow.

“There’s not a thing you can do about it. So why don’t you stick a sock in it,” snarled a green jellybean from his position in the doorframe.

“Oh, yeah? Watch me,” retorted the by now really most quite violently angry marshmallow.

She tore herself from the roofline, rolled the slope, dropped to the floor, expanded, sprouted arms and legs, was magically clothed in a fine silk suit, stalked from the premises and was later the first female marshmallow ever to be elected President of the United States of America.

Moral: Never underestimate a determined marshmallow.

2 Responses to “FROM DOC’S LOON FABLES 7”

  1. I love to eat Marshmallows every day he he he.’:-

  2. i like to fry marshmallow in an open fire, they taste really great.”:

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