One morning, at
breakfast,
Creator took a bite out
of his toast.
He held it up to his wife
proudly.
Moon,
he said.
He took another bite.
Mushroom,
he said.
His wife frowned.
He took another bite.
Anteater,
he said.
And another: Acacia.
Now his wife glared at
him.
Acacia!?
Creator was squirming in
his chair.
He had to pee.
He took several quick
bites,
Leaving only the trunk
And a big bulb at the top
Before he hurried from
the table.
Human,
he said over his shoulder.
His wife stared at his
plate.
I feel sorry for that skinny thing! she said.
And that big brain is only going to get him in
trouble!
She nibbled the top much
smaller and sighed,
Not looking forward
To when her husband
returned.