The Dish and the Spoon Revisited - IP

The spoon hit the ground running. Having run away from the dish, she was now free to make her own choices.

What was I thinking? she thought to herself. Running off with a dish? He wasn’t even proper dinnerware. For cripes sake! They used him to feed the dog! Love is truly blind.

It took several weeks for the spoon to begin seeing cracks in the dishes character. One night they’d be all comfy and cozy, nestled in their little corner of the hayloft, playing charades with the cat and the fiddle. The next night he’d be off carousing with some teapot from France.

I should have left with the cow.

The cow, having long ago abandoned the farm after his jump over the moon, has not been heard from since. Some suspect that she never quite made the leap, but instead, caught her hoof on a crater and there it all ended.

The dog spotted spoon making a run for the gate and gave chase.

“Spoon!” said the dog. “Where’s there’s a spoon, there is food! At least that has been my experience."

The spoon took notice of the dog and made a detour into the pig stye.

He’ll never follow me in here! thought the spoon.

She was right. But where there’s a pig stye there are pigs.

The dog laughed and shouted to the pigs, “Lick the spoon! Lick the spoon!”

“Uh, oh,” said the spoon.

The pigs rose from their sleep and looked down at the spoon.

Chicken Licken, having come from nowhere, shouted, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”

They all looked up in time to see the cow come falling from the sky.

When the dish heard the explosion he came out to inspect.

He craned his neck and looked down the hole where the pig sty used to be.

“What’s this?” he said.

Reaching down at his feet he picked up the muck covered spoon, licked it clean and held her in its arms.

“You really do love me," said the spoon.

“I really do,” said the dish. “But you taste like shit.”

And they all loved happily ever after.