I would like to dedicate this short story to the Internet. And also to Turkey(the animal). You guys don't get the love you deserve. Chicken is nice but so are you! Just be yourself.

Once upon a time, there was a Fork and a Knife. They were great friends. They did everything together. Whenever the Fork would be forked into a piece of meat, the Knife was always right besides it cutting the piece off. They where GOD-COMPLATIBLE!
One day after the Fork and Knife had finished their work, and had just taken a Shower along with Soap and a few of the Glasses, Spoon came.
Knife and Fork dried themselves as they greeted Spoon, who mostly kept to himself. It was not that people didn’t like Spoon. Everyone knew he was the master of Deserts and Soup. Particularly during Thursdays on Soup Days, he was the king. But that was only one day of the week and for a specific sort of meal. Knife and Fork were definitely the kings of Cutlery, and well respected in every area of the Kitchen.

“Which one of you are strongest?” Spoon asked with a smirk of Jealousy in his rust. Fork and Knife looked at each other. They had never thought about it, since they where always together. There had never been a need to compete.
“Well I think it goes without saying” Said Fork “That I am the most useful of them all”. “Wait a minute” said Knife, who sharpened his head with a feisty reply. “I am sharpest, and used as a weapon! My need as a tool for all, give me much more power than you!”.
Now Knife and Fork started both getting angry, and started fighting.
They where equal in almost every way.
Knife was better at Slicing, Fork was better at Grabbing.
From afar Spoon stood there and bathed in the reflection of his enemies destruction. “What a Genius I am” the Spoon thought to itself, as it rubbed it’s flat smooth head.

Finally the fight between Knife and Fork came to a close. Knife had stabbed Fork, who had twirled and grabbed Knife into a pose, that made both of them fall down the table, and into the kitchen drain.
Stuck in the drain, twirled together, by hatred and anger. These two, once-best friends had met their demise. And on the surface, a new ruler would rise.

Fin

F to the R to the E with a D and a E R I K. FREDERIK! Is it cool to announce your presence like this? Please forgive me for not knowing the social habits while engulfing into the world of blogging. I find it difficult to write about everything in a blog. It's like an endless observation of words in a sea of never ending things that will happen, during the course of ones blog writing habits. Could blogging hold the answer to the meaning of life? If I keep writing, maybe I will find out?