On every side of them all they saw was the dark, cold dirt.įork immediately tried to scrape at the dirt walls, but they just crumbled away. The two looked at the high walls of the hole. Suddenly, Knife and Fork felt themselves falling into a deep, dark hole in the ground. They searched and searched, as the air grew colder and colder, and the sky grew darker and darker. The air became colder, and the sound of the water became louder. Knife and Fork went up over the little hill, and down, down, down into the valley. They looked at each other once, and then followed after Spoon, heading toward the sound of the rushing river. Spoon ran so fast and so far that Knife and Fork couldn’t even see him anymore. But Spoon kept running farther and farther. But Spoon just ran faster and faster, over a little hill, and down into the valley. “Listen,” said Spoon, “we must be near the valley where the river runs.” Without another word, Spoon ran off toward the river. In the distance, the three heard the sound of rushing water. Spoon thought about how useless it was to have a solid bowl-shaped head, and daydreamed about being as nimble and versatile as Fork. The air was still crisp and clean, and the ground still crunched and bounced under them. Spoon took the bundle of twigs, and the three headed back into the woods again. Fork handed the bundle of twigs to Spoon with a smile. Fork trotted over to the tree, and easily gathered up several fine straight twigs to make a bundle. The twigs remained on the ground under the tree. Spoon ran over to the tree and tried to pick up the twigs, but Spoon couldn’t manage to do much more than shift them around in the dirt. “It would be so lovely to bring a bundle of these twigs back to Cook, to keep the kitchen fire warm.” “There’s a bunch of twigs lying on the ground by an old tree.” The twigs lay on the ground very straight and dry, perfect for making a fire. “Look,” Spoon said, pointing to the west. Spoon thought about how weak it felt to have rounded edges, and daydreamed about being as sharp and powerful as Knife.Ī little while later, Spoon called out again. Spoon took the bouquet of flowers, and the three headed back into the woods to continue their walk. Knife handed the bouquet to Spoon with a smile. Knife trotted over to the field, and easily cut off several flowers to make a lovely bouquet. The daisies continued to sway and dance in the breeze.
SPOON AND FORK FREE
Spoon pulled at one, and tugged at another, but couldn’t cut them free from their roots. Spoon ran out into the field of daisies to pick some. “It would be so lovely to bring a bunch of these beautiful flowers back to Cook, to decorate the kitchen.” “It’s a field of daisies!” The daisies were swaying and dancing gently in the breeze. “Look,” called Spoon, pointing off to the east. The air was crisp and clean, and the ground crunched and bounced under them as they went. When in doubt, start from the outside and work your way in.Fork, Knife, and Spoon went for a walk in the woods.
The salad fork will be on the outside and smaller than your place fork. A four-piece setting is a knife, a salad fork, a place fork (main dish), a place knife, and a teaspoon for coffee.But for those fancy occasions, you may see a few more pieces and wonder what the heck you should be doing. For 95% of meals, you'll probably just be dealing with a knife, fork and spoon.
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