Genre: Humor (101 words)
A Point Per Pea
Mama Harlow conducted the pea-eating contest. A point per pea. Her five children sat at the table, dipping their heads at their plates, delicately piercing each green ball with a tooth of a fork. The peas turned mushy and cold as they deliberated whether they could eat just one more.
The contest culminated in the Grand Pea Fest. Only the winner ate cake; everyone else ate more peas, equal to the number accrued by the top eater. It was a whole heap of peas, rolling around on mama’s finest china.
“Do we really have to eat all ninety-eight of them, mama?”
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