Mozzarella Sticks, Elephants, and a Short Story!
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Totally didn't make a song parody or anything >.> Anyway, hey Scribblets! Today we have a short story submitted by the YWSer, JKHatt, about an elephant named Humphrey! Enjoy!
Humphrey
Humphrey
By JKHatt
Humphrey was an elephant who lived in a little-known zoo in a little-known city. His favorite part of the day was dinnertime as it was the only meal he was allowed to choose for himself. For breakfast he had piles of hay and buckets of water, for lunch he had apples and oranges, but for dinner he could have whatever he wanted. As Humphrey sat down with the menu in his large round hand he envisioned that night’s meal. He was feeling quite in the mood for some delicious veggie pot pie with a side of mozzarella cheese sticks and a dessert of Dutch apple pie. Humphrey loved pies and he loved cheese sticks. But what he loved even more was chocolate ice cream milkshakes, which was exactly what he planned to order to go along with his Dutch apple pie.
After a few moments of the surveying the menu, simply for aesthetics as he already had his order in mind, the waiter came along to take his order.
“Good evening, Mr. Humphrey, and what would you like this fine dinnertime?” the waiter asked in a French accent. Humphrey liked French accents, they were about the only thing he liked from France. French fries were too fried for him, French bread was too bready for him, and the Eiffel Tower was too towery for him. French accents were just right.
“Hello, yes, um…” Humphrey began. Though he knew what he wanted to order, Humphrey always got flustered when the thought of unlimited possible options popped up in his mind. “I’d like to order a veggie pot pie with a side of mozzarella cheese sticks, and for dessert I would like a Dutch apple pie with a chocolate ice cream milkshake. Oh and a bucket of apple cider,” the words fell out of his mouth like fish down a waterfall, and not salmon since they can jump up waterfalls and don’t usually fall down. These words were more affected by gravity than anything else in the world.
The waiter quickly scrawled down Humphrey’s order and was about to ask if he had any further meal decisions that evening when a shocked look spread across his face.
“Er- Mr. Humphrey, sir, I’m very sorry. Very, very sorry, but you see… We are all out of mozzarella cheese sticks this evening,” he revealed in an almost frightened tone.
Humphrey trumpeted in surprise and stared down at the now soaking waiter (as Humphrey had been drinking a glass of water). The elephant looked horrified as he spoke.
“What?”
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Humphrey. It’s just-”
“What did you say?!” Humphrey was angry now. “What kind of a dinnertime would this be without mozzarella cheese sticks?!” he exclaimed, thrashing about.
“Please, sir, calm down. We have a fine selection of other cheese sticks and we even have stuffed mushrooms, if you like those,” the waiter tried to calm Humphrey down but it was too late.
Humphrey stood, crushing his table in the process, and darted out of the dining area. He charged at the fence that was the only barrier between him and the outside world, ripping it out from the earth.
“No cheese sticks! No mozzarella cheese sticks!” he shouted as he ran in a blind rage for the zoo entrance. “It’s unspeakable, unacceptable! Oh the humanity!”
Humphrey crashed through the gates at the zoo entrance and off into the little-known city he had once called home. But no longer. Without mozzarella cheese sticks, this little-known zoo in this little-known city were no longer worthy of being called Humphrey the elephant’s home. He continued running and disappeared into the sunset, moments before the rest of the zoo creatures began their dinner-times. Humphrey was never seen again, at least not in the little-known city, and some say he’s still running, still horrified at the lack of mozzarella cheese sticks.
Aww, poor Humphrey. All he ever wanted were some mozzarella sticks ya know? How dare they not have any! Where do you think he ran off to? Comment below!
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Humphrey was an elephant who lived in a little-known zoo in a little-known city. His favorite part of the day was dinnertime as it was the only meal he was allowed to choose for himself. For breakfast he had piles of hay and buckets of water, for lunch he had apples and oranges, but for dinner he could have whatever he wanted. As Humphrey sat down with the menu in his large round hand he envisioned that night’s meal. He was feeling quite in the mood for some delicious veggie pot pie with a side of mozzarella cheese sticks and a dessert of Dutch apple pie. Humphrey loved pies and he loved cheese sticks. But what he loved even more was chocolate ice cream milkshakes, which was exactly what he planned to order to go along with his Dutch apple pie.
After a few moments of the surveying the menu, simply for aesthetics as he already had his order in mind, the waiter came along to take his order.
“Good evening, Mr. Humphrey, and what would you like this fine dinnertime?” the waiter asked in a French accent. Humphrey liked French accents, they were about the only thing he liked from France. French fries were too fried for him, French bread was too bready for him, and the Eiffel Tower was too towery for him. French accents were just right.
“Hello, yes, um…” Humphrey began. Though he knew what he wanted to order, Humphrey always got flustered when the thought of unlimited possible options popped up in his mind. “I’d like to order a veggie pot pie with a side of mozzarella cheese sticks, and for dessert I would like a Dutch apple pie with a chocolate ice cream milkshake. Oh and a bucket of apple cider,” the words fell out of his mouth like fish down a waterfall, and not salmon since they can jump up waterfalls and don’t usually fall down. These words were more affected by gravity than anything else in the world.
The waiter quickly scrawled down Humphrey’s order and was about to ask if he had any further meal decisions that evening when a shocked look spread across his face.
“Er- Mr. Humphrey, sir, I’m very sorry. Very, very sorry, but you see… We are all out of mozzarella cheese sticks this evening,” he revealed in an almost frightened tone.
Humphrey trumpeted in surprise and stared down at the now soaking waiter (as Humphrey had been drinking a glass of water). The elephant looked horrified as he spoke.
“What?”
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Humphrey. It’s just-”
“What did you say?!” Humphrey was angry now. “What kind of a dinnertime would this be without mozzarella cheese sticks?!” he exclaimed, thrashing about.
“Please, sir, calm down. We have a fine selection of other cheese sticks and we even have stuffed mushrooms, if you like those,” the waiter tried to calm Humphrey down but it was too late.
Humphrey stood, crushing his table in the process, and darted out of the dining area. He charged at the fence that was the only barrier between him and the outside world, ripping it out from the earth.
“No cheese sticks! No mozzarella cheese sticks!” he shouted as he ran in a blind rage for the zoo entrance. “It’s unspeakable, unacceptable! Oh the humanity!”
Humphrey crashed through the gates at the zoo entrance and off into the little-known city he had once called home. But no longer. Without mozzarella cheese sticks, this little-known zoo in this little-known city were no longer worthy of being called Humphrey the elephant’s home. He continued running and disappeared into the sunset, moments before the rest of the zoo creatures began their dinner-times. Humphrey was never seen again, at least not in the little-known city, and some say he’s still running, still horrified at the lack of mozzarella cheese sticks.
Aww, poor Humphrey. All he ever wanted were some mozzarella sticks ya know? How dare they not have any! Where do you think he ran off to? Comment below!
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Remember, you can take down your submitted featured work at any time, for any reason, no questions asked. You reserve all rights to your work.
Have any questions for Question Friday? We would love it if you asked them here!
Would you like to be interviewed on Scribbles? Contact SarChi by emailing us at sarchi9798@gmail.com or PM Sunshine1113 or Messenger on YWS.
Come back tomorrow for our Wednesday post!
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