Joey the Marshmallow

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be a marsh mallow in a supermarket?
Here's a small story of the life of one:

Have you ever felt like a pillow? White, soft and mushy? I do all the time! I was born soft and mushy in a giant compressing machine and then I was put into a bag with other “marshmallows”-a hoomin name-and they became good friends. However, that was then. Now, I live a boring life looking at hoomins. One time, a fat, stubby kid came up to me, but then saw our enemies-the gummy bears. Anywho, today I’m looking at the Twix Girls-row! They are HOT! I’m thinking to write to them and see if they want to go to the “OTHER ISLE” to watch the toilet paper. Sometimes they even have bears on them so we can do graffiti.
Day one:
I stared out the bag that held me prisoner, looking at the Twix Girls flirt from the opposite side. Suddenly, the bag shook and a kid with a handkerchief around his neck and a satch grabbed us off the shelf and threw us into a basket. I face planted some cream crackers and barbeque sticks. Barbeque sticks said he’d kill me for no reason. Then, the basket shook and I saw a bright light AKA the sun.
One hour later, the bright light ceased and a fake bright hot light was lit. A giant pancake with five sausages on it grabbed the crackers and barbeque sticks and skewered the cracker. I was next and the barbeque sticks went right through me. Then, the grubby hand reached inside the basket and pulled out a TWIX! She was amazing! As she slid down the skewer, I said “Chocolate, we go so well togeth-urg!”


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