Wanna hear a scary story?
Once upon a time, there was a sack of taters. They were happy taters, the lot of them, for they were being brought in for Christmas dinners. This is how taters wish to go.
As it turned out, this was a large sack of taters, and the company for the Christmas dinners was small, and the participants didn't even tend to eat many taters. So as Christmas came 'round, only a select few - the best, the elite - were picked out.
The rest of the taters were sad about this, but nothing to worry about... Eventually they would get eaten, right? This was how bought taters were supposed to go. In meals.
Now, the taters didn't realize that as the tater-buyer's guest left, they were left with someone who hardly ever eats taters. They were left in a dark, dank closet, amongst scary-looking cardboard boxes and even a toilet that hadn't been used in years.
And this closet was where the forgotten things resided. As the taters were in there, it was only natural that they, too, should find themselves... forgotten.
But the taters would not stand for this. They would not be forgotten. And so in the deep, dark recesses, they reached out... and out... and out... Waiting for the day where they would be brought...
... into the light.
As it turned out, this was a large sack of taters, and the company for the Christmas dinners was small, and the participants didn't even tend to eat many taters. So as Christmas came 'round, only a select few - the best, the elite - were picked out.
The rest of the taters were sad about this, but nothing to worry about... Eventually they would get eaten, right? This was how bought taters were supposed to go. In meals.
Now, the taters didn't realize that as the tater-buyer's guest left, they were left with someone who hardly ever eats taters. They were left in a dark, dank closet, amongst scary-looking cardboard boxes and even a toilet that hadn't been used in years.
And this closet was where the forgotten things resided. As the taters were in there, it was only natural that they, too, should find themselves... forgotten.
But the taters would not stand for this. They would not be forgotten. And so in the deep, dark recesses, they reached out... and out... and out... Waiting for the day where they would be brought...
... into the light.
