Earlier this afternoon, Jehosheba, Mama, Yoveil and I went into town. We stopped by a store and got some coffee and cookies (the best food ever). Yoveil desperately wanted this cookie that looked like a little chicken. Mama got it without her knowing.
Then we went to our appointments. While Jehosheba was in hers, Mama gave Yoveil the longed for chicken cookie.
Yoveil squealed and hugged the bag. “I’m sooo happy!!!”
She took Cookie out, she held him, she smiled, she was happy…and then she came to a horrible realization.
“I HAVE TO EAT HIM!”
In one instant, exuberant joy was turned to sorrow. She was in love with Cookie…and she was destined to destroy him.
“I’m going to save him!” she declared proudly. “I won’t eat him for a long time!”
She put Cookie back in the bag and held it. A few minutes later, and after much persuasion by Mama and I, she opened the bag and nibbled on his feet. Sadness mixed with excitement filled her face.
“He tastes so good!”
“Good!” I said. “Eat him!”
“No.” Yoveil’s brow furrowed and she dropped her eyes. “I can’t eat him.”
“Because he’s my friend!”
“But…but his purpose is to be eaten.”
“I CAN’T EAT HIM, HADA!”
Quiet a while later, Cookie had received a few bites. Yoveil was sad with every mouthful that she swallowed.
“Why don’t you just eat his eye, then he won’t look like a chicken anymore?” Mama suggested.
Yoveil solemnly licked off the little black bit of frosting that was Cookie’s eye. She looked at him and cried, “He’s still so cute!!! I can’t eat him! I have to save him!”
After more persuasion from Mama and I, Yoveil took another bite. Then she whimpered, “But he’s sad! He’s crying because I’m eating him!”
“But you ate his eye.”
Yoveil wasn’t defeated. “He’s still crying! I can see the tears pouring down his face!”
“But he doesn’t have an eye anymore. I think that’s just your spit.”
“He’s crying in my mind, Hada.”
Yoveil eventually took Cookie out of the bag and started to kiss him. Five seconds later, she was actually licking him instead. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly put him back into the bag and handed him to Mama to keep safe.
All the way home, Yoveil was wailing about how much she loved Cookie, how cute he was and how she could not eat him.
“I’ll never see him again! He’s my friend, Hada! I can’t eat my friend!”
By the time we pulled into our driveway, Cookie was little more than a round circle of cookie with bright yellow frosting. Who knows what will happen to the remnant of his body…
Do your siblings get attached to food? What are some cute stories that you have from your siblings?