i used your spoon
"i used your spoon." she sneered, eye brows raised in challenge and tongue pushing out at her cheek. her hands were on her hips and she was leaning forward. she reached out a finger and thumped him on the chest punctuating each word, "i. used. your. spoon." then she threw back her head and laughed, and eyes flashing, turned on her heal disappearing with barely a rustle into the shrubbery.
fibby's eyes widened. she wouldn't. she-she couldn't! "well...well i--i licked your plate!" he spluttered. but she was gone and everyone knew that fibby, fastidious fibs, as everyone called him, would never slide his tiny pink darting tongue over anything but his own freshly scrubbed lips.
fibby sank to his knees in the dewy grass. there would be a stain but he wasn't thinking about that. he was thinking about his spoon. she was probably lying. he clutched for his bag fumbling with the latch he thrust his hand in feeling for his special spoon. there it was! the smooth case was resting where it always was in its assigned pocket next to the narrow slot where he kept his ivory chopsticks. he shuddered with relief and pulled it out. but it was empty. fibby felt faint. sweat was beading on his upper lip and his collar was suddenly strangling him.
no. it wasn't possible. she wouldn't have really used his spoon. in the silence of the late afternoon fibby heard a muffled whimper. startled he jerked his head around. there was no one. the whimper turned to a choked sob as fibby realized he was hearing himself. he clenched his teeth. "don't be weak fibbers!" he whispered angrily to himself as he staggered to his feet. shakily he made his way back into the school.
most of the students were gone for the day and fibby could hear the janitor down somewhere in another hall singing to himself as he emptied the garbage bins. the foods studies classroom was locked but miss muffin had given him his own key. he liked to stay late reading cook books and trying new recipes. he was miss muffin's star pupil and they had built if not an outright friendship at least a level of camaraderie and trust.
fibby unlocked the door and shuffled into the room. the lights were off and the room was in half shade. fibby didn't need to turn on the lights. he walked to the kitchen area in the back which was lit by a window overlooking the soccer field. fibby slowly reached for the door to the walk in cooler. afraid of what he would see. he couldn't help himself. he shrieked a little. there it was. the masterpiece miss muffin had been working on for a week. it had been a gorgeous 37 tier raspberry lemon chiffon cake sculpted and iced into a cake statue of a couple locked in a steamy embrace. but now! now it had huge chunks torn from it, the frosting was smeared lewdly and his spoon--his monogrammed spoon was spearing the couple right through the heart. fibby's heart sank. miss muffin! she would think that he!--
he heard a tap on the window. he whirled around heart thudding around his chest like a drummer on anphetamines. camilla, his little sister. "i guess you'll have to fix it!" she yelled through the glass. and then she grinned. one of his ivory chopsticks was shoved up her nose. she yanked it out and yodelled "yodel lay he HOOO!". he lunged for the window but she was gone, galloping across the field bouncing into cartwheels and roundoffs, a trail of laughter echoing after her.
fibby watched her fade into the distance and sighed. he didn't think she would really do it but trust camilla to do something unexpected. "meh." she had said, unimpressed by the cake sculpture when he had showed her miss muffin's entry for a tv bake off, "you could do that in your sleep fibs." fibby had argued with her. "i'll prove it to you fibbers!" she had promised.
"i'm going to kill her." he muttered to himself, but he was already tying on his apron and washing his hands. he put on his headphones and put on his favourite baking playlist, celine dion, obviously. as celine began to belt out "cause i am your laaaaaady, and you are my ma-a-an..." he was already sifting flour and jotting down his plan.
he worked for 5 hours straight but when he was finished the cake sculpture was once again pristine and he felt....alive. he was fairly thrumming with life, vibrating with the joy of creation.
he forgot all about camilla. he forgot about miss muffin. all he could think of was cake sculptures. he turned celine up to full volume. suddenly he sang with her, his voice full and melodic and deep, deep from the soles of his feet, ringing out into the empty school. he began to bake again,
the next morning camilla was walking to school. she was laughing and talking with her friends. she didn't notice that everone else around her had gone totally silent. just then a spoon came hurtling towards her and landed with a thud right at her foot. she reached down and picked it up. fibby's spoon. "yodel lay he hoooooo!" she jerked her head up and there on the front lawn of the school was fibby atop of a life size cake cathedral with spires and arches and gargoyles and everything. everyone errupted into raucous applause. fibby just stood there on the balcony of his cake sculpture masterpiece and soaked it all in.
fibby was just signing an autograph for miss muffin and answering questions to a beautiful tv reporter when he was shaken roughly and awoken from his dream. it was his sister camilla. she plopped a carcass of a dead rat at his feet. "i had to kill it with something, so i used your spoon." she said in a voice devoid of emotion. "i could have been someone" whispered fibby to the rat as he skinned and gutted it and added it to the stew.
this story has been brought to you by the duo lingo sentence "i used your spoon."
fibby's eyes widened. she wouldn't. she-she couldn't! "well...well i--i licked your plate!" he spluttered. but she was gone and everyone knew that fibby, fastidious fibs, as everyone called him, would never slide his tiny pink darting tongue over anything but his own freshly scrubbed lips.
fibby sank to his knees in the dewy grass. there would be a stain but he wasn't thinking about that. he was thinking about his spoon. she was probably lying. he clutched for his bag fumbling with the latch he thrust his hand in feeling for his special spoon. there it was! the smooth case was resting where it always was in its assigned pocket next to the narrow slot where he kept his ivory chopsticks. he shuddered with relief and pulled it out. but it was empty. fibby felt faint. sweat was beading on his upper lip and his collar was suddenly strangling him.
no. it wasn't possible. she wouldn't have really used his spoon. in the silence of the late afternoon fibby heard a muffled whimper. startled he jerked his head around. there was no one. the whimper turned to a choked sob as fibby realized he was hearing himself. he clenched his teeth. "don't be weak fibbers!" he whispered angrily to himself as he staggered to his feet. shakily he made his way back into the school.
most of the students were gone for the day and fibby could hear the janitor down somewhere in another hall singing to himself as he emptied the garbage bins. the foods studies classroom was locked but miss muffin had given him his own key. he liked to stay late reading cook books and trying new recipes. he was miss muffin's star pupil and they had built if not an outright friendship at least a level of camaraderie and trust.
fibby unlocked the door and shuffled into the room. the lights were off and the room was in half shade. fibby didn't need to turn on the lights. he walked to the kitchen area in the back which was lit by a window overlooking the soccer field. fibby slowly reached for the door to the walk in cooler. afraid of what he would see. he couldn't help himself. he shrieked a little. there it was. the masterpiece miss muffin had been working on for a week. it had been a gorgeous 37 tier raspberry lemon chiffon cake sculpted and iced into a cake statue of a couple locked in a steamy embrace. but now! now it had huge chunks torn from it, the frosting was smeared lewdly and his spoon--his monogrammed spoon was spearing the couple right through the heart. fibby's heart sank. miss muffin! she would think that he!--
he heard a tap on the window. he whirled around heart thudding around his chest like a drummer on anphetamines. camilla, his little sister. "i guess you'll have to fix it!" she yelled through the glass. and then she grinned. one of his ivory chopsticks was shoved up her nose. she yanked it out and yodelled "yodel lay he HOOO!". he lunged for the window but she was gone, galloping across the field bouncing into cartwheels and roundoffs, a trail of laughter echoing after her.
fibby watched her fade into the distance and sighed. he didn't think she would really do it but trust camilla to do something unexpected. "meh." she had said, unimpressed by the cake sculpture when he had showed her miss muffin's entry for a tv bake off, "you could do that in your sleep fibs." fibby had argued with her. "i'll prove it to you fibbers!" she had promised.
"i'm going to kill her." he muttered to himself, but he was already tying on his apron and washing his hands. he put on his headphones and put on his favourite baking playlist, celine dion, obviously. as celine began to belt out "cause i am your laaaaaady, and you are my ma-a-an..." he was already sifting flour and jotting down his plan.
he worked for 5 hours straight but when he was finished the cake sculpture was once again pristine and he felt....alive. he was fairly thrumming with life, vibrating with the joy of creation.
he forgot all about camilla. he forgot about miss muffin. all he could think of was cake sculptures. he turned celine up to full volume. suddenly he sang with her, his voice full and melodic and deep, deep from the soles of his feet, ringing out into the empty school. he began to bake again,
the next morning camilla was walking to school. she was laughing and talking with her friends. she didn't notice that everone else around her had gone totally silent. just then a spoon came hurtling towards her and landed with a thud right at her foot. she reached down and picked it up. fibby's spoon. "yodel lay he hoooooo!" she jerked her head up and there on the front lawn of the school was fibby atop of a life size cake cathedral with spires and arches and gargoyles and everything. everyone errupted into raucous applause. fibby just stood there on the balcony of his cake sculpture masterpiece and soaked it all in.
fibby was just signing an autograph for miss muffin and answering questions to a beautiful tv reporter when he was shaken roughly and awoken from his dream. it was his sister camilla. she plopped a carcass of a dead rat at his feet. "i had to kill it with something, so i used your spoon." she said in a voice devoid of emotion. "i could have been someone" whispered fibby to the rat as he skinned and gutted it and added it to the stew.
this story has been brought to you by the duo lingo sentence "i used your spoon."
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