You can imagine everyone's surprise when did I take it. But I couldn't bring myself to bolt it right down. Instead I turned and headed for the living room with that spud dangling from my lips like a greasy yellow cigarette. When I got there I still couldn't swallow it. I didn't even want to sink my teeth into it. It might have helped if I had opposable thumbs and could hold my nose, but I don't, so that wasn't an option. I ended up leaving the fry on the carpet.
When I came back to the kitchen table, everyone made such a big deal of my taking it that I just let them think I ate it. Then Judy offered me another and I was in such a people-pleasing mode that I took it without thinking. This time I went into J's office, where I have a spare bed. I dropped the fry on the bed and lay down beside it. I was starting to wish I'd politely declined this French fry and the first one, too, when M came in and snapped a picture of me still not liking the dumb things.
Oh, well, you can't please all of the people all of the time.
4 comments:
If only I had been there — I would have eaten that fry for you!
My house-mate Molly won't eat bread or potatoes — or vegetables. I though dogs ate just about everything.
Oh well.
Your friend, Shamu
I would have thought that your life on the run would have conditioned you to eat anything that didn't eat you first. Guess everyone is entitled to their likes and dislikes though, so stick to your guns, Buddy. If you don't want it, just say "no!"
Love, Grandma Grace
I loooooove McDonald's fries. You're probably grossed out by them, cause you've seen the movie Super-Size Me, right?
Hi Buddy, Didn't know you would write about our french fry test. Thank you for being so polite about it. I still love you, my gentle giant. :) JUDY
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