Once upon a time, there was a weird celery stick named Little Celery. She didn't fit in with the others ever since she was a small seed. (Yes, celery does have seeds.) Back to the story. So, there she was, the weird celery stick. No one wanted to be her friend, so she befriended a leaf of lettuce that had gotten separated from his head. But, the lettuce turned out to be a toxic friend and left Little Celery for a duck that liked to eat lettuce. I would rather not speak about what happened to the lettuce after that. So, Little Celery embarked on a great adventure to find a family to take her in. She climbed mountains, crossed rivers, trudged through swamps until finally, she came to a quaint little farm. She gave a sigh of relief and walked slowly towards the door. She was greeted by warmth and the smell of food cooking. She sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint exactly what the scent was. She gasped as she realized...it was celery stew! Oh no! It's a family of celery-murders! Little Celery thought. How am I going to get out? Quick, to the door! She turned around and dashed for her life, but alas, to no avail, for the door had already been shut! She looked around frantically for a way out, but little did she know, the family's dog had spotted her! Excited to see a new toy, the dog padded along the floor right up behind Celery. She felt the hot breath of a panting dog and turned around to see the dog's wet nose facing her! She screamed loud enough for the mother, the one cooking the celery stew, to hear. "What's that noise? I should go see," she said, putting her wooden spoon down. "Celery stalks! I'm dead for sure!" gasped Celery. I give up! thought Little Celery. There's nowhere else for me to go! She stood, cowering in fear, awaiting her terrible fate. The dog led the mother toward Little Celery and she gently picked her up. Once in her hand, Celery thought she might pass out from fear. "Hmm, what do we have here?" the woman asked. "More celery for our stew?" The woman's mouth turned into an evil grin. At this, Little Celery had lost all hope and fell limp into the woman's hands. The woman brought Celery over to the vegetable slicer in the kitchen. She grabbed Celery by the legs and sliced her head against the blade. Celery screamed in pain. Her eyes went blurry and she saw a light. "Lettuce? Is that you?" She felt herself plop into the stew. She crossed her arms over her chest, accepting her fate and succumbing to death.
