It's dark. Blacker than night. No stars, no moon, no glow from anywhere. Where is it? The inside of a refrigerator with the door closed. It's dark, but it's not quiet because the foods are talking to each other. Do you want to listen in?
"I know she's up to something, I can hear her banging around in the kitchen", said the gallon milk jug. "Maybe she's going to have a big, tall glass of me" he said proudly.
"No, it's too late in the day for a glass of you", said the eggs, all in unison, "maybe she's going to fry up some of us, maybe even over, easy!"
"Oh you silly staples", said the big red apple, "She's looking around for a nutritious snack, and any moment she'll remember I'm in here waiting for her."
Way up in the topshelf a wee little voice could barely be heard; "I bet you're all wrong", but nobody paid attention to it.
"Well, I think she's preparing a nice dinner and any moment she'll reach in here and bring me out into the nice warm kitchen", said the bag of frozen peas. "Dinner isn't dinner without some nice sweet peas with it".
"I'm sure it's going to be me", said the left over pork chop. "I've been in here two days and I'm sure she's been thinking of me the whole time. My next stop will be the micro-wave".
Again, the small voice from the top shelf, "I think you're all being selfish, you'll be surprised".
This time the jar of mayonnaise heard and responded with a loud "Harumph!"
Well, this conversation went on in this way for quite a while because, you see food in the refrigerator doesn't have much to do except sit there and discuss who gets eaten next. Each item of groceries figured it was the best tasting, most nutritious, best looking food that could be had. I guess we all like to think the best of ourselves.
At last a brilliant light filled the refrigerator and the door swung open. It was her! The cook! All the food quivered with anticipation. The cheese was so excited it developed three moldy patches. "Pick me!, pick me!" they all shouted. (Of course nobody can hear food when it shouts except popcorn.)
Sure enough the graceful hand reached in and grabbed..... the milk, the eggs, the butter, and several other things.
Finally the hand reached up to the top shelf and grabbed the little package with the little voice. Everybody could hear the cook say, "I couldn't do a thing without you, now could I", as she grabbed the little package of yeast.
Then she began mixing all the ingredients for a big beautiful batch of homemade bread. She poured and mixed and stirred and kneaded to blend all the ingredients together.
Just as the last little grain of yeast was dissolving into the bread dough, if you listened very closely you could hear it say, "You see I was right, some of us are quite good on our own, but we really make something special when we work together." And that's the truth.
JibJab - Cranberries From the Fridge
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