Day of the Fork

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It looks where it can from where it is and cannot see fork anywhere.
It calls, Fork where are you?
Fork come, it says, but fork does not come. It keeps calling to make fork come.
Fingers open its lips and spoon is put on its tongue. It cannot call fork anymore, and without keeping on calling, fork will not come. If fork hears, fork comes.
Its eyes bulge, see fork being held under a rush of hot water.
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