“Mom, Help me!” William said. “I don’t wanna die!” But it was too late, the ample hand had already extended into the bulky sack and hauled Will from his comfort and proceeded to lug him away. “No! They’re gonna take me next, I just know it!” Cried another from the crowd. “NO! We are not going to die!” Declared Spud. “We are going to survive and do all that we can to make sure that…” Screams interrupted him midsentence. “Ahhh! No! Please let me go I don’t want to….
” The sound of a pompous knife slashing through the skin and clashing against the wood underneath Will brought his cries to an abrupt halt. “See, it happened again, there is no use, we are doomed.” Was heard from the sack. “But it doesn’t have to be that way.” Spud replied. “There has to be more to life out there for use. I mean, remember back when were down in the dirt. Life was good just soaking up the rain.
Then that horrible steel claw tore through and snagged us all up. They took us off, separated us all, and shoved us in these cloth sacks like animals, only to take us one by one to our death.”“Well, what are we supposed to do? We are just a bunch of potatoes. All they care about is to feed their appetite. They want to dice us, mash us, fry us, boil us, bake us, stick us in a bowl and watch us grow to my science projects out of us.
Whatever it takes to make them happy. That’s what we are here for, that’s our purpose, Spud, and there is nothing we can do to change it.” The potatoes continued to dispute as the night went on. Nobody seemed to want to listen to Spud.
They had clearly given up on life. Then, something different happened that night. The sack was left on the counter top, in view of the TV screen. They observed in awe. After a lengthy duration, a commercial that would change everything came into view. The Atkins diet. The severely obese homeowner sat in front of the television consuming every bit of information she could, then she reached for the phone.
Of course the potatoes didn’t know what effect this new, low-carb diet would have on them, but their world was about to change. The lady went over to the counter, gathered up the sack, and tossed them onto the floor in the pantry. There they stayed, for a very long time.“What is going on? Why are they not eating us?”“I don’t know, but I’m not complaining.”“HEY GUYS!” Spud shouted. “Look!” The potatoes looked over to spud and were in disbelief at what they saw. Spuds. Little roots protruded out of his skin and he was able to wiggle them around.
“This is it! This is how we can escape guys. All we have to do is use our spuds to get out of this sack and out into the world.”The other potatoes were still stubborn and in doubt of his plan.“Fine, don’t listen to me I’ll just do it myself!”Spud then began to crawl out of the bag and toppled over onto the cold, hard floor. He wasn’t sure of what to do next. His spuds weren’t quite long enough to be of any real use just yet.
Then, he looked to the corner and saw a slow, steady drip coming from the shelf above him. He remembered the days of soaking up the rain back when he resided in the soil. He decided it would be nice to experience that once more, so he positioned himself under the water, and went to sleep.
Little did he know that the water is what actually helps him to grow. Two weeks later he woke up, amazed at the strong healthy Spuds he now possessed, he ran over to the sack to show them to his friends.“Hey, look! Look guys, I did it, I grew spuds and look at me run!” He declared. However, it was too late. As he peeked into the sack, there was a horrible stench, he looked closer and saw a plethora of rotten potatoes. Their ignorance led to their unforgettable death. This was the story of Spud.
The potato who defied all odds in a quest to become something bigger, and something better.