A Potato Love Story
It was a sunny afternoon in August when I was taking a walk in the town. I was going to find something tasty to eat for dinner when I suddenly saw someone loosing something out of their grocery bag. I tried to give it back to them, but I failed and lost track of them. I studied the thing they lost without quite understanding what it was.. The thing I held in my hands was like a piece of art. Almost, but not quite round, and light brown. It was too soft to be a rock, and it could'nt be clay either. What was this thing I had found? I walked around asking people what my new piece of art was, but it seemed like it was strange to ask. They all started laughing at me. Well, not everyone, an old woman told me that it was a "potato". I could eat it, but I had to heat it first. I decided to do what the old woman told me, and I went home.
When I finally got home, I started cooking my wonderful potato. When it was done, I had my first taste and let me tell you; it was FANTASTIC! I heard someone knocking on my door so I went to check it. I didn't get visitors often, since the neighbours called me "Food-monster Sasha". Anyways.. As I opened the door, there where no one there except a new potato. This potato was much larger than the one I had eaten, this one was the size of a small human. It looked like a titan- potato edition! When the potato grew arms and legs, I thought I had lost my mind completely, and even more when it spoke. "Sasha, why did you eat my wife? Don't you know that it is wrong to eat someone else's wives?" I nodded slowly and told the potato that I was very sorry for eating his wife, I didn't know that it was wrong to eat that potato!
I learned that the titan- potato was called mr. Potato. He was very kind, and since I had eaten his wife, the least I could do was let him stay at my house while he was looking for a new home. He didn't have a home anymore either, since he lived in the wall that got broken by the titans last year. We became very good friends, and even more than firends. After another couple of years, our relationship got so serious that we decided to get married. I really loved mr. potato of all my heart, but people kept telling me that I couldn't marry a potato. My heart was broken and so was his. The neighbours started bullying us for our love, and soon after, mr. Potato was found dead. Someone had made fries out of him. No one wanted to help me finding the murderer. He had written me a letter that said that he wanted me to get to his old home and find his old diary. There, I would find answers to all my questions about the potato world, and the letters also said something about wich potatoes I could safely eat without killing someone.
Ever since, I'ce eaten potatoes every single day, silently hoping that mr. Potato will come for me, telling me to stop eating potatoes while hugging me tight.
~THE END~