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THE FLYING TOMATO

The flight attendant began to serve lunch.

I nibbled on a cracker. It tasted like

cardboard.

I cut into the rubbery chicken. It slipped

under my knife and landed in my suit pocket.

Sauce dribbled down my jacket. Oh, what a

horrible flight! First Bratfur. Now the food.

My tummy grumbled in protest.

I was hungry! I jabbed my fork

into a small tomato on my

plate. It

shot

away like

a rocket, hitting the rodent

across the aisle.

Next I tried some

blue cheese

soup

. It was

SOUR

.

cheese niblets

,