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Notes: I am on the worst writer's block ever. Every time I start a story or a chapter, I can type around two pages or so and then it's like WALL. Thus, I've decided to write drabbles for my awesome reviewers/friends who review near everything and are awesome. 'Awesome' twice in one sentence…dear me.
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He watched in sad, dissatisfaction as it hit the floor. He closed his eyes but it couldn't block out the audible splat it made.
Toast always landed butter down and, apparently pies fell in such a way that it was smeared beyond all consumption the moment it kissed the floor.
With a sigh, he forced himself to open his eyes. There it was. The cherry filling leaked out of the sides like blood hemorrhaging out of a stabbed hog. Or so he assumed. He had never seen a stabbed hog or even just a hog for that matter. He only knew they existed from the snorts he heard from the refrigerated train cars bringing them to market as they rumbled on through the station where he sold.
With a shock, and being dragged from his piggy thoughts, he realized that he was crying. His poor, poor pie. Never being able to touch his tongue, caress his palate, slide down his throat and fill him with joy and cherries. His poor pie with the golden crust and the bright red filling. His poor pie!
The tears were falling faster now, dripping down his face like the glaze on the crust of his dead pie. He wiped his nose and then just crumpled to the floor. His poor, poor pie!
There was slight whispering behind him that sound distinctly like the too-loud-to-ever-whisper voice of Kid Blink.
"Mush…I don't get it. He's crying over pie?!"
