Laughter
rippled throughout the kitchen as the sink slowly filled up. Frederico was not
only a piece of red sculpted plastic, but he was a Fork. With his prongs he grabbed onto the side of
the sink and swayed with the wave. He was not the only one with the address of
950 Wilson St; surrounding him were other forks, knives, spoons and any other
utensil you can think of. But he was an outcast, the only one of the group arriving
from China made from plastic. They were all imported from India, all grown up and
made from metal. He was just, plastic. Amidst the excitement of bath time he was
suddenly blown away, he noticed a bright lemon coloured plastic Spoon bobbing
in the corner of the sink, she was beautiful. He could not take his eyes off of
her. The two floated towards each other during a massive wave, Frederico began
to introduce himself but the gushing waterfall from the tap interrupted him.
When he finally got his chance to speak, she had suddenly disappeared! Calling
for her in confusion he stopped to realize the sink had drained…
All that consumed Frederico’s mind was the
Spoon. He tossed and turned in his shelf trying to sleep but he could not stop
thinking about her radiance. She could be his soul mate…but he had to find her.
The utensils always hear gruesome horror stories about getting stuck in the
drain, and he wondered if she would ever find her way out.
During
the day when the house was empty, Frederico had come up with a plan. He tiptoed
slowly to the craft drawer. He knew he would find some sort of army gear in
there. Frederico grabbed tinfoil and the roll of clear tape. He then wrapped
himself in the tinfoil to create an illusion so he would look like a piece of
garbage. Rolling through the cat door in
the back, the rush of being free electrified his body and he starts to hop on
his way. Unstoppable was what he felt like, hopping and hopping, he is
acquiring a good rhythm. He was already exhausted; walking across the lane was
a process. But he thought to himself, if he had made it this far, he could not
turn back now! He began to feel extraordinarily hot… then Frederico looked up
dumbfounded that it was sunny out. He had never left the house before in his
life, so he did not know what sun felt like. And perhaps, this outfit wasn’t
the appropriate choice for the weather. But before he could whip it off, he
felt a hand around his neck and suddenly was freefalling into a dark hole! He
heard wheels rolling, “Oh no…” he murmured, this was another warning about the
outside world...the trash can. He suggests he should have known since his
objective was to blend in as a piece of garbage, but he did not realize it was
pick-up day…
Gasping
for air as he saw the light above him appear, Frederico climbed out of that bin
faster than the speed of light!---Well, so he thought. His prongs finally came
to good use as opposed to being plunged into food and put in children’s mouths.
A flustered Fork he was in this moment, stumbling to the nearby water. He makes
the quick decision to hop into a pristine red toy boat in the river, thinking
to himself “I am so smart. I can just
float along and chill out, maybe have a margarita…Red on red! No one will ever
know!”
Contrary
to his belief… Frederico begins to hear loud cheering, “number 6! Go number 6!
You got it I’m betting all my money on you!” Oh no, was this a boat race he
just got himself in the middle of?! As the boat speeds up…he realizes it was
true. “Well”, he murmured, “at least we’re winning, and I’m super comfortable!”
After
quite a few minutes, the boat comes to a halt splashing water all over
Frederico. “Oh please…how rude and inconsiderate! I was just dozing off.” He
subtly attempts to climb onto the sidewalk, and falls back hitting the water
hard. Luckily no one notices Frederico’s clumsiness…so he recovers and begins
to walk away. He wonders to himself: if
these plans haven’t even worked so far… how am I ever going to find my other
half…
Frederick is really upset
and continues to walk while pouting. He sees a wooden park bench, wraps himself
around the metal leg and slinks himself up. Giving up is a strong topic on the
poor Fork’s brain right now. He believes there is no point in living if he does
not find his other half; he is incomplete. Frederico looks to his left, and sees a red
Chinese Flying Pigeon; he recognizes those from before he was imported to
America! Thrilled he yells, “Wow! I spotted those around the streets of China
while I was packaged in the car...but never have I been this close to one!” He
had to touch it; better yet, he is going to use it to find that remarkable
yellow Spoon! Acknowledging his intelligence he giggles to himself while he
creeps up to the bike. It has an old fashioned basket attached to the front of
the handlebars, perfect! He thought.
The
bike stops with a swerve. After a long journey, over hills, through crowds,
under bridges…Frederico climbs out of the basket yet again. This time, he is
expecting to be across the country, in a field of colourful flowers and to have
his lover run straight into his arms. But his googly-like eyes widen as he
realizes: he is still downtown. They went in a circle! Now Frederico is back
where he began, worrying where the radiant yellow Spoon had disappeared to. His
head hanging low, the passionate cherry-red Fork slowly ventures towards his
home. Will he ever be complete? Will he
find his other half? Will she be okay? All of these questions ran through
Frederick’s mind filling it with concern and angst. He rolled through the cat
door and climbed up to his bed. It was late at night so all the utensils were
comfortably tucked into bed. As he begins to attempt a silent slip into bed…he
knocks one of his fellow knives by accident! “FREDERICO! Where have you been!? We were
all worried sick!” exclaims the knife, in a reply Frederico says “Well..um, I
was searching for the Spoon”
“What
Spoon? That bright yellow thing?”
“Yes…her”
“Oh,
well I guess she IS one of your kinds…”
“Yes
anyways, where is she? I have searched ever so dearly all over downtown!” A
long pause from the knife unsettles Frederico, “You did WHAT?! We are not
supposed to leave the house Fred! What were you thinking? You could’ve been
killed out there.”
“I was
thinking: I am in love.”
The
sun rose simultaneously with the alarm clock. Time for breakfast! The smell of
fresh orange juice and the sweet aroma of buttered toast made Frederico smile.
He is set in front of Molly the little girl’s plate, she loves him. As she
picks him up in her tiny left hand he looks to his right and sees a bright
yellow Spoon in her other hand. His heart stops, she was here at last!
“Hi,
I’m um, I’m Frederico,” he says flustered.
“Well
Hello, my name is Sally, I was made in China. What about you?”
“Me
too!” He is ecstatic; he knew it was a perfect fit.
“So,
have you ever heard of a Spork?”
“No, I
haven’t, what is it?”
Sally
has a grin appear on her flawless face, “It is what you and I are meant to be.”
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