Story of the Week – The Dare To Be Different Spoon Man
July 21, 2009
He lay quietly in the soft darkness of the cutlery drawer, planning his strategy. “Subtle but assertive, that’s what I want to portray. I must show those other spoons that I’m not like them, complacent and dull with nothing to look forward to except the everyday routine of going in and out of the spoon drawer. No, I’m definitely not like them. Why I plan to do different things, see the world from a different perspective, be bold.”
The other spoons slept quietly, unaware of the storm that was brewing within the Spoon Man’s metal heart. “I’ll just quietly tell them I’m leaving and that will be that. No big deal and I certainly won’t let them intimidate me.”
The next morning he awoke with a nervous know in his body. Somehow he’d gotten all twisted up in his sleep. But determination to be free spurred him on. He took a deep breath, looked around for one last time at his surroundings and reminded himself to be calm and gentle. With the strength of Hercules he rose out of the kitchen drawer and boldly declared, “That’s it you guys. I’ve had it! I dare to be unique and I don’t care what you think. I’m going off to live with the forks!”
The other spoons having been woken from their peaceful slumber, shrieked in horror, “You’ll do what?”
“I said that I’m going off to live with the forks….if it’s ok with you that is.”
The boldest spoon of all stepped forward. “What in the world will you do with the forks? I think that I speak for all of us when I say that I think it is a totally ridiculous idea and I for one won’t allow it.” The Spoon Man was taken aback. He hadn’t anticipated this type of reaction at all. What to do now?
“I believe in you.” It was the tiny dessert spoon
“You do?”
“Yes, why I think that you are bold and brave and I’m really glad that you have the courage to be different. I’ve been dreaming about these things all of my life but I would never have been able to come forth with them as you have.” 
The Dare to Be Different Spoon Man sighed. One of those soft and encouraging sighs that show the effects of having one’s dreams realized in the bat of an eye.
“Beautiful Miss Dessert Spoon, would you marry me and come to live with me in the unknown wilds of the fork compartment?”
“Oh Mr. Spoon Man, you’re the spoon of my dreams.”
The End
written by Annie Hart about 1989
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