The spoon said to the fork
“I am awash with ideas, what about you?”
The fork pondered this, while sitting in the basket
in the dishwasher. “Can I think about this for a while, or do I
need to come clean, now?”
The knife only wanted to consider its tines, having otherwise
nothing to do with his friends.
“It’s never easy with you two, is it now? I think we should split this joint
and make our fortunes elsewhere.”
The spoon turned to the knife, “Always wanting to run away, isn’t he? Never
being satisfied with the good life, we have, but only what we’ve left behind”.
The fork replied while looking downwards, “Yes, And all of our money has gone down the drain…….”