The bell hasn’t rung yet, and I sit at my desk. Reaching into a Ziploc bag, I pull out two goldfish crackers. I have one in each hand, and move them around in the air while making up a story using the crackers as characters. I look at the crackers’ faces, and see their big smiles.
The snack that smiles back! Goldfish! I love their slogan. Every time I look at the goldfish crackers I eat, I smile as well.
“I just love these crackers!” I say, “They just always make my day.”
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I eat the two crackers, than reach for another cracker in the plastic bag. I pull it out, and look at it.
However, there is something fishy about this cracker.
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I look at it closely, and I smile at it.
It doesn’t smile back at me.
It’s a goldfish, but it’s not smiling back at me.
The snack that smiles back: Goldfish!
This cracker has defied it slogan. What has the world come to when an innocent 15-year-old reaches into a Ziploc bag during class and pulls out a goldfish, hoping to receive a smile but instead receives a blank face?
I eat the cracker anyway, but as expected for eating a smile-less cracker, I eat it without a smile myself.
I pull another cracker out of the plastic bag and look at it.
It smiles at me and I smile back.
