Once upon a time
There were two potatoes.
God named them
Ian and Ethan. (Eye and Ea for short.)
The two potatoes were
Bestfriends, they always did
what bestfriends do:
They rolled around
When there are no potatoes around.
Looking at the vastness of the
Field,
Eye sighed:
‘Crazy!
Out of all those potatoes
I am bestfriends with
You’.
Ea responded:
‘I don’t like being a potato, I
Want to be human!’
Eye was heartbroken to hear
Ea’s response:
‘Why do you want to be human?
Humans have to
Do so much,
They plough the
Fields,
Eat and drink and sleep
And do things’.
‘We are just –
Don’t be a human –
Be potato!’
‘No!’ Eye said,
‘Humans only have two eyes:
They navigate forward.
We have too many eyes,
And when we roll
The soils go into
Our eyes from all directions’.
‘It hurts, and I don’t want to hurt like
That anymore!
I want two eyes
So that I can go and see all the
Potato fields,
Because, I, I will
Be the only potato that
Is not only a potato
But a HUMAN-POTATO.
‘But’ – Eye said –
‘I would lose you, I
Don’t want to lose
My bestfriend,
The crickets and the worms
And the horses who come
Every now and then
Don’t have the potato-glow
Like you glow’.
‘The horse
Just looks into the
Distance and
Digs holes
For potatoes to fall into’.
‘You are the only cool potato
I know.
All the other potatoes are lame!
You will find other cool
Potatoes to hang out with –
I’m just a different potato,
I have different aspirations –
Unlike all the other potatoes.’
Soon, Ea asked God to transform
Him into a human.
God said ‘okay’.
And Ethan became a
Human.
He has:
One nose,
Two ears,
One mouth,
A face where
Everything fits,
Two arms,
Two legs, and two
Sets of ten human
Grabby and stabilising
Sticks coming out of
His legs and arms.
Most importantly,
He has two eyes.
God told Ethan:
‘Go forth and see the world,
Beyond your potato-vision!’
Ethan said
‘Yay’ and abandoned and
Forgot about Eye.
—-
Soontime,
Harvest came.
Eye rolled around like
A potato because
He was a potato.
The machine came with
It’s heavy breaths
And sound that
Reminded Eye
Of the horse hooves
That stomped on the potatoes
When he dug the holes.
—-
Moving closer and closer,
Eye was caught in the machine
‘Ah help me!’
Alas all the other potatoes were
Lame so they accepted
Their fate.
Eye rolled and rolled
Opening all his eyes
Wide in search for an exit.
Alas the machine was big
And potato was small.
Eye’s struggle was
Futile,
so he became fries.
—
Ethan sprinted with
His hands like wings –
He watched Naruto
Before so
He knows how to run
Like a human.
With two pairs of eyes
He travelled beyond the
Fields.
On the shore, emerged
A weird fish.
He sees the Old Man
On the rails and ducks
To avoid seeing
Fishface to humanface.
Ethan looks beyond the
Sea, he saw
two
Sliced pieces of bread quarrelling.
‘Wow, the world is
Lovely!’,
He thought.
——-
Drained of carbohydrates he walked
Into a fish and chips store,
Where weird fishes are cooked.
‘Me is hungry, food in mouth!’
He attempted in human language.
The waiter thought
He was weird so
He didn’t give him fish
But only fries.
As Ethan crunched,
He saw the familiar potato eye
That he once played with
In the fields.
A glaring stare –
All his potatoness
Was gone.
‘Ah Ian!’ my best-potato-friend,
Ethan chewed and
Spat out the
Mashed potatoes
Paste –
The parts he swallowed
Went into his stomach and
Digested.
In the darkness
Of acidic enzymes,
Ian let out a deep warm sigh:
‘Ethan, my best friend,
How have you been?’
Barely conscious,
He fell into a
Deep potato dream
Where he rolled in the fields freely with
Ethan, and played until sunset
And dreamed of
A field with
Only potatoes.
I’m finally with you,
A part of you, forever.
Transformed into carbs
Ethan burned it off
And excreted the excess.
Eye was no longer a potato
He became poop.
Forgotten forever.
Lost in digestion.
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