By Colt Bayless
Ting. Clang. Ting.
“Sharpy! Wedge! Pincer!” yelled Albert.
It was Monday morning and the Hazel family had just left the house. A spoon alone and unused in its slot nudged and smacked the silverware drawer’s dividers.
“What is it, Albert?” Sharpy replied.
“I was wondering,” said the spoon, (more…)