Exercise 2

Exercise 2: write from the point of view of a spoon in a dishwasher

The pleasure is over. Spoony realized as he was suddenly dropped into the penalty box.

"Get your coffee, cream self away from me" snapped the lasagna encrusted fork, as if Spoony had any control of where he was placed.

In the rankings of the silverware community, forks held supremacy, and always felt disdain for any "lower class" silverware being in their proximity. Forks were worshiped, because they were always praised by the users. It was a revered position, for it was a hazardous position. Although many disappeared from the community, forks were the most likely to vanish. They would leave from the commune happy only to disappear to the mystery land. Knives were also part of the silverware upperclass. They had their own rankings. Steak knives held superiority. They weren't used by the users often, but when they were, they didn't have to go through the splasher like everyone else. They received a spa treatment which set them apart. The users pampered them. The butter knives and the simple knives were all comrades with the spoons, they held the same community rankings, being picked upon by the forks and the steak knives.

Spoony scanned the splash box. He realized he was lucky, he reached the splash box when reservations were full. The upper level was filled with glasses and his lower level was filled with plates and pots. He knew the wait for the splash wouldn't be long since the splash was full.

The great door opened three more times and lasagna fork had to be disturbed by more spoons and one of the great commander wiskers, so he kept his attituded to himself. No one ever spoke evil around one of the utility wares. They held supremacy to all, because they didn't disappear. They had been around from the beginning of the silverware commune, and were the wisest of all. Wisker was used only on occasion, but he never disappeared and wasn't kept in the commune but had his own personal hook. That alone set him apart from everyone else.

Then the crackling sound happened. It was always the sign the splash was about to start.

Whisker tried to calm Spoony, " Son, I know you have only been through this a few times, but instead of fearing it each time, reach out to it. Then you will enjoy it."

Spoony questioned the thought. Every time the splash happened, he closed his eyes and pretended he was somewhere else. He was always happy afterwards, being shiny and bright, but the process scared him.

The box began to rumble. The spoons and crusted fork all quivered. Spoony looked at Wisker and saw him smile and look forward.

The splasher started. Water sprouted everywhere. Spoony again looked at Wisker and saw him smile and appreciate every splash. Crusted shook in fear and the other spoons and knives leaned against him. Spoony tried to stand strong and decided to feel the splash this time. He stood fearless.

The splash hit him in waves, each one as strong as the other. Some felt harsh, but also wonderful, because with each splash he realized he was shed of the cream he was covered in. The bubbles were tender and tasted odd, they even tickled.

Eventually the splash stopped. Crusted and the knives opened their eyes and relaxed. Spoony sat in the box feeling rejuvenated. Wisker winked at him.

Cruster again began to complain, "OK splasher is over how long will they make me sit here with you low lives? I need to be put back with my fork brothers where I belong rather than with YOU"

Spoony smiled, realizing that Cruster would never really understand. Spoony realized regardless of Cruster's beliefs, he was no better than Spoony.

He looked to Whisker.

Whisker again winked acknowledging the shared knowledge.