the lesson
“Hey there, lemon lime cake, you seem to be in a good mood this evening.”
“Sir, it’s because I’ve picked up my clothes from the dry cleaners earlier.”
“Well that’s superb,” replied Benedict, as he poured himself more sugar to his tea.
“The sun is shining,” said the Sun in a sarcastic glow.
“You don’t have to tell us this. We are certainly aware,” said the lemon lime cake to the Sun.
“Nonsense,” interjected the Sun in a fiery. “Everyone does need a reminder… every now and then.”
Benedict rolled his eyes at this acclaim.
“Say, Lemon Lime Cake,” said the Sun. “Have you finished watching Clerks? I lent you that VHS over 2 weeks ago… I’ve yet to receive it.”
“No. Actually I haven’t. I did watch a few short minutes of the film until my VCR started acting all fuzzy and not working. I kicked it about a bit but it did no trick.” He finished talking.
Benedict shouted in the most illustrious of all acclaims, this afternoon.
“I’m going to change my name,” he said. He finished talking.
“To what?” asked Lemon.
“Theodore.”
“That is good,” said Lemon Lime.
“I rather think so. I pondered on Filip and Theodore, and wore myself tired with worry. Then I finally decided on Theodore.”
“Good name,” said the Sun nonchalantly. He then turned around to see how he looked with his tea shades.
Within a few moments, a hobo who often slept on the beach under a rowboat walked up to the Coffee, Pizza and Tea Party.
“Hobo, we don’t want you here,” said the Sun.
“I just came to give Lemon the stamps he had ordered from the Post Office. I happened to walk by there this morning, and Daz called to me from the entrance,” Hobo paused to collect his breath. “And he gave me the stamps.”
“Thank you,” replied lime cake with delight. “I will most certainly try to use them to mail my good friend Johnny Pom-Pom letters.”
“Where is Johnny today? I often see him dining with you all,” asked the Hobo.
“He is in the penitentiary.” It was just then Lemon Lime Cake threw a terrible fit. And he riffed and razzled himself into frustration.
“Lime Cake,” spoke Benedict. “It’s not a wise thing to get yourself razzled in about.”
“I’m frustrated,” replied lemon lime. “I’m upset with the imprisonment of Johnny. And then all of a sudden, I was reminded that I had hardly finished baking a cake last night. It was almost finished, but I got the ingredients in a sort of mix up. It turned out so flat. It had a terrible and tingy taste. It was awful, and unpleasant.”
“Regardless,” said the Sun with his wisdom.
The three listened to what he said.
“Pancakes are much easier to bake.”
End.
