Potato

"And then Sabrina said she hated my guts."

Puck sat at the kitchen table talking animatedly to a potato. Most people would find this strange, but to Puck, in a place like Ferryport Landing, it was quite normal.

"You know Norman," Puck said to the potato. "The Grimms were going to eat you for dinner, but thankfully I saved you.

"…" The potato….er, responded.

"Of course I wouldn't let them eat you! You're my best friend!"

"…"

Puck didn't notice Sabrina come in. Instead, he continued his conversation with his best friend.

"Um… Puck? You do realize, you're talking to a potato, right?

Puck turned to face Sabrina. "Norman is not a potato."

"Norman?"

Puck nodded. "He's my best friend. I talk to him about all my girl problems."

Sabrina looked at the potato. Puck had drawn on a little face. It looked terrible.

"Well then. You sit here and talk to… Norman… about your… girl issues…. While I go upstairs and call a psychologist." Sabrina backed out of the kitchen.

Puck turned back to Norman. "What's a psychologist?"

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Sabrina came back down, five minutes later, holding a stack of business cards from random psychologists. Unfortunately, Puck was not in the kitchen. Worse, Norman was.

Sighing, Sabrina poured herself a glass of juice.

"So, you think I'm a potato?"

Confused, Sabrina turned around and dropped her glass, in shock. Standing on the table, was no other than Norman. And he was moving!

"I am not a boring old potato! I am a living thing!" The potato went on.

Sabrina just stood there, her mouth hanging open. Never in her life, had she ever thought, she would meet a potato that was… you know…alive.

Puck chose that moment to walk in. He took a look at the scene in front of him and grinned. "Told you he wasn't just a potato, Love." Puck said. His eyes widened when he realized what he had just called Sabrina.

Luckily for him, Sabrina was too shocked to hear what Puck said.

"The pot- potato i-is moving!" she stuttered, both amazed and confused.

"Yes, yes he is. Love, today you learned a lesson. The Trickster King is always right." And with that, he picked up Norman and left the kitchen.

Sabrina finally snapped out of her trance. "Potato, talking, Puck, Love? Wait, what just happened? Love?"

My friend Majik513, gave me this idea. In class, we were supposed to write dialog between two animals, and she did a potato bird talking to a potato.

Don't ask us what a potato bird is, cause honestly, neither of know.

And please excuse Review Monster. He's trying to blow up the world.

Review Monster: I need more dynamite!

Me: Dude, chill out! It's not going to work! You can't end the world.

Review Monster: If potatoes can come to life, then I can blow up the world. Hey readers, have any ideas on how to end the world?

Me: What has happened to the world?

Review Monster: It ended.