Warning:
For those of you who have never read or heard one of Brent Stanek’s “So there I was…” stories you are in a for a treat.A bizarre, random, silly adventure awaits you!
Read on if you dare.
~Mindy
THE GRAPE ASSASSIN PART ONE
Photo Courtesy of Anders Ljungberg
So there I was having a lovely breakfast with a most lively and interesting group of high school kids on a brisk Autumn day. I got up to go into the kitchen and check the walk in fridge for another gallon of milk, as I had a thirst, and when I stepped back out of the walk in I had a very peculiar feeling that I was in for another grand misadventure!
At first everything seemed normal, the kitchen looked like the kitchen, the dining hall looked like the dining hall, and from a distance the people I was enjoying breakfast with: Mindy, Carley, Kaia, and Eric all looked like the people I was enjoying breakfast with but as I neared them I noticed some particular changes. The first thing that caught my attention is everyone’s skin had a slightly greenish tint and looked stretched. I also noticed that the hair that was on top of everyone’s heads as I sat down was all growing from the same spot in the very center of everyone’s heads. The last thing that struck me as irregular was that instead of a plate in front of everyone there was a large communal plate in the center of the table and everyone was shoving their hair in it!
As I approached wearily no one seemed to take any mind until I sat down with my milk. Then everyone stopped and stared at me for a long while, as I opened the milk, poured a glass, and quenched a thirst. At this everyone got all excitable! Mindy started talking about when she used to drink milk, Carley started crying cause Eric bumped her chair in his haste to attempt to grab the milk away from me and it forced her knee into the leg of the table, and Kaia was concerned about the plate of dirt in the middle of the table being jostled!
Eric was livid! I had never seen him quite so excited. He kept shouting at me to dump the milk in the plate of dirt and quickly. I begin to comply as it seemed it was super important to him and as I was doing so he begin telling me the weirdest story about the Grape Assassin, Rebma. Eric told me that Rebma has a passion for milk and that she has a nose that would lead her straight to our location unless we all consumed the entire gallon. And that as Grape People they could only eat through their roots, or as I called them hair. As I began pouring the milk into the pile of dirt on a plate Mindy quit rubbing her roots, hair, in the dirt as she told me she had an allergy to milk. However just as the last drop of milk was poured into the dirt a raisin dropped onto the floor next to Kaia…
TO BE CONTINUED……
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