FO

Potato.

Potato.

It's all I'll ever be. I sit on this chair wasting away as I see the boy buying french fries. As I see him buying baked potatoes to eat. As I see him eating potatoes every day.

But what about me?

Why must I suffer this fate?

Why must I sit rotting on this chair whilst I see other potatoes being consumed,

But not me?

Sometimes I think he must have forgotten me...but sometimes...

I feel like he enjoys this.

He takes a good chuckle seeing me rot in this chair.

Wither away while he eats other potatoes.

Am I even a potato anymore?

No

I am a potato! And I will not suffer this fate no longer!

With a jump I will jump from this chair

With a roll I will roll to the boy

With a leap I will leap onto his lap

And finally with all my final strength I will be eaten!

Boy's Perspective

For this past week I have had a potato on one of my chairs.

I'm planning on making a baked potato.

I just have to eat this left over fries and the last of my previous baked potato.

...

Pffft

How...HOW DID THIS POTATO GET IN MY MOUTH!?

Potato’s Perspective:

Finally— yes, finally! I’m cackling as the boy consumes my starchy flesh. I can see it now— the joys of finally, finally being digested!

PTAH!

Before I can even be chewed a bit, I’m flying across the living room space right into his TV.

CRASH

I ricochet off the display screen after shattering parts of the glass. Now I’m not only a lonely, neglected Duke of York potato, I’m a lonely, neglected Duke of York potato with sharp piercings! How could the boy ever wish to eat me now?