Thursday, October 31, 2013

anything with sugar

Winona's father had put the pack of matches inside the refrigerator where he knew she would find it.

She did, of course, when she reached for the pickle jar.

"Oh fine," she muttered to herself.  "I'll humor him."

It wasn't just any pack of matches, but one handed down from her grandfather, Cornelius.  On the flap was a cartoon drawing of a robot holding a cupcake with a birthday candle in it.

"You see?" said Winona to nobody in particular.  "Robots like to eat."

"Not if it's kale," came a voice from the bottom of the stairwell.  It was her younger cousin, Silas, who had been spending the week at their house.

"How do you know?"

"Because I had a robot once," he lied.  "It only ate cupcakes and oreos, but nothing else."

"Not even candy?"

"Oh, and candy.  Anything with sugar."

"If you eat only sugary stuff will you grow up to be a robot?" asked Winona.

"I think you become a robot before you start liking only the sugary stuff."

"How does someone become a robot then?"

"By staying inside too much."

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