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Monday, October 30, 2006
The knife and the spoon showed up today. They were famished, dirty, out of money, and as ever on the run. I've never been able to get them to explain things to me in any clear manner with regards to whether they are actually running from the Cat with the Fiddle, or if there is any real connection between them and the cow that jumped over the moon. Regardless, I'm out of patience with them. They show up looking for a quick polishing and spew all their negative crap about forks. I personally find forks much more useful than either knives or spoons and I told them so. You can bet your pineapple flavored frozen yogurt that they weren't happy aobut that. I showed them the door and told them not to return unless they were willing to be more open minded and acctepting of forks. I watched them slink away, and then turned around to a standing ovation from every fork I own. I cried (but just a little).