“As ready as I’ll ever be. Do you think there will be any pain?” Mrs. Honey-nut queried.
“Not at first. Remember what it was like when we moved here? Kind of fun on the slide, wasn’t it? It will be like that.”
“OK. I guess I’m ready.”
Suddenly the house began to shake. Mr. and Mrs. Honey-nut held hands as they began their final journey. They swiftly descended until they were flying through the air. Suddenly they plopped into a liquid.
“Whew. That wasn’t so bad was it?” Mr. Honey-nut asked.
“I guess not. But look over there. What is that strange looking morsel? It doesn’t look like us. I haven’t seen anything like it.”
Mr. Honey-nut peered across the bowl. “Neither have I, but my guess would be it is some sort of flake. Maybe we should swim over there; we could learn more.”
“Are you sure we should? Flakes have a bad reputation. I mean, what if a flake is dangerous? Or maybe we won’t understand it?” Mrs. Honey-nut worried.
“Maybe you’re right. I think we should just stay here with our cheerios.”
The bowl began to vibrate; Mr. and Mrs. Honey-nut held each other tightly. A large metal object scooped them up, along with other cheerios and the flake. There was panic all around them. As the spoon dropped Mr. and Mrs. Honey-nut in the boy’s mouth, Mr. Honey-nut said, “I guess all of us end up in the same place in the end, whether we are cheerios or flakes.”