~Milk~ 

It is an old fridge, the one I call my home, and much too lively a one for my taste. It is large and white with pointed corners much too sharp for the young ones. The shelves are cracked and odd puddles of goo reside on every level. These puddles are my fellow inhabitants. I live on the top shelf, a very hospitable level, along with Greek Yogurt, some orange juice, and a pitcher of chilled water. Only Greek yogurt speaks however, and we have not yet determined if the others can or simply won't. It is my opinion that it is the latter.

The second shelf, in case you are wondering, houses Egg Salad (Who is elderly and considered 'wise' by the rest), Chocolate Cake  (much, much too lively!) Pomegranate, and a cabbage who has been labeled mute for a while. One the bottom shelf, there is an odd concoction, which The Great Child made. The Butter as well resides there, sometimes, but is taken out so often that it never stays anywhere for long. Joining them on the bottom, are a very respectable pair: Mrs. Salt and Mr. Pepper Shaker, placed by the absent-minded Great Woman into the fridge, mistakenly. 

The cheese drawer homes Bacon, Chedder, and a  piece of Brie that can indeed talk, but is generally left alone. She is considered too 'exotic' and cannot speak our English. The crisper drawer is, of course, considering my luck, left just open enough for Celery, that disrespectful, upstart stalk, to be heard. Mrs. Eggalin and her children reside in the rack on the door.

Well there it is. It is a sparse selection, I grant you, but it is our family. No matter how incredibly annoying they can be, they are family none the less. One does not bad-mouth family . . . . Although poor mister Jello was horribly abused and mistreated up until the very day he was gobbled, I had never taken part. Even poor Miss Seaweed Salad was teased, but not by me! No! I remain polite.

I am worried, though, for our comfortable little family is soon to be disturbed. Shopping day is near on the horizon, and it is a day I dread.

What new vegetables, dairy, fruits, or meats will come? Shall a new carton of milk be purchased? Just this very day, when The Great Grandmother was visiting, I heard her remarking on how 'It seems that that bothersome old carton of milk has been lurking in the back of your refrigerator forever, Margaret! You ought to clean that old thing out, once in a while,' 

I ask you! I do not lurk!

But The Dreadful Cleaning of The Fridge, luckily, is only a bedtime tale we tell to small unruly Baby Carrots. It is a myth. It has never happened, even Egg Salad attests to it.

P.S. I copied and pasted, so the font size might be a little weird.

Old Wise Expired Egg Salad-

I can since it... it's coming...the Shopping Trip...is coming...

I snapped my old rotted eyes(????) open. "Every one!" I yell in my raspy old voice. "Make preparations! The Shopping Trip... is tonight! The Great Lady, the Children call Mother, is going Shopping!" Everyone gasped in horror, sometimes when she went Shopping, when she was doing the Sacred Ordnance, Putting Away the Groceries, she threw things in the Garbage Heep!

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Sorry, that's all I can do. But I will add a new cherrie!

Name: Mrs. Ice Cream Sandwich 

Altitude: Funny, sarcastic, and a bit cold, and melted.

Status: Fresh and new! Yet scared the Children will eat her&the others in her box. 

Butter~

Why are Johnny's hands always so wet? What could that child possibly do to make them so un perfectly perfect? And worst of all, he's the one who's always taking out my insides and spreading them on bread! Get a grip! That's what I was thinking when I heard the news.

Mrs. Eggalin~

"A shopping trip is coming up!!!" *sigh* shopping trips are never very good. The other eggs and I are fairly new, so we've only experienced one beside our own, and it didn't end well. So you can see why I'm not so excited. Then I hear the front door opening.

Twisty~

Where am I?? I feel so warm..... not being in the frozen department.... next to my freind Freezy Pizzy. I remember Freezy Pizzy being taken off the shelf and put into a cart, like me, but we were soon placed in seperate bags! Why are we in bags? Where are we?

Freezy Pizzy~

*says almost the same thing as twisty*

So, yes I'm adding 2 new charries. Freezy Pizzy is a dramatic, thoughtful frozen pizza, and Twisty is a box of soft pretzels who is curious, slightly annoying, and not very loyal. Also talks lots.

Cool! Okay; Dijon Mustard;

~Dijon~

I was quite happy where I was, thank you very much. Resting quietly on the shelf, with others of my kin. It was a tasteful group. But when I was quite off guard, I was grasped with large fingers and flung, unceremoniously, into an open-topped cage- filled with all manner of things; A frozen pizza, Cottage cheese, tofu, (Note; only if Book Wizard wishes!) a box of frozen pretzels, a carton of milk, a jar of peanut butter, a can of  sweet corn, and many other groceries. We all tumbled about, flung from one side of the cage to the other as it seemed to travel, at awful speed, and turned every-which-way, making me quite dizzy. I caught glipses of a white linolium floor through the bars, as well as snippets of other foods, still snoozing happily on their shelves. Suddenly, the terrible journey screeched to a halt. I saw quite a few other cages, with varying inhabitants, in front, behind and on every side of us.

"Psst," came a hoarse whisper to my left, from a bag of frozen peas, "you don't have any idea what's goin' on, do ya?"

"No." I say, briefly, but not in a rude tone. I was confused, and when I am confused I do not like to talk. It was just then that the poor fellow was picked up and dragged away. The rest of my companions suffered the same fate, until I myself was grabbed 'round the middle and hoisted away. I was swept downward sharply, and my ears buzzed with the great "beep" that followed. Then everything went black. Brown, rather, and slightly see-through- I had just been placed in something! On top of me was then piled the peanut butter, some mayonaise, and a bottle of ketchup, which triggered a smattering of rude language- none from me, of course.

"Be quiet, the lot of you!" I shout, for I hear voices outside of the brown paper prison, booming;

"CREDIT OR DEBIT, MA'AM?"

"CREDIT."

"WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR MILK IN A BAG?"

"NO, THANK YOU."

"HAVE A NICE DAY."

What were these strange 'credits' and 'debits' that they spoke of? It is only after a few moments that I understood. A vague thought slipped through my mind, and I grabbed on to it, desperately, and examined it. Yes, I was correct!

I had been bought. 

(I shall appologize in advance for the misspells.) 

Plz don't leave this fridge behind!!!!! Top!!!!!!!!!!!!

TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP 

TOP TOP TOP

So sorry I haven't posted in a while! I would tell you whatt I was up to, but the government has sworn me to secrecy...

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Greek Yougurt

I'm sitting quite comfortably in the fridge when I here the dreaded news-Grocery Day has arrived. The fridge turns to chaos as everybody takes in the news, and I feel my yougurt/cherry insides churning. Why today? Couldn't I have at least gotten aquainted with the new eggs first? 

Hope I can join!

Food: Iceberg Lettuce

Attitude: Dark, Quiet

Status: Freshly shipped, Has about a month.

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I open my hidden leafy eyes as I'm plucked from my fridge and dropped carelessly into a plastic bag. What was happening? Someone was finally buying me? I'm not sure If i'm supposed to be glad or angry or what. Maybe I should just keep quiet. As I always do. Yeah. I'll do that. That'll work.

I bounce around the bag with some other foods, and confusion washes over me. Where was I going? Was I getting thrown out? I try to go back to sleep, but this lady keeps bouncing me around. Probably a coffee fanatic.

Whatever my situation was, I knew I was in for a whole different life from the farm.