Blueberries and Business Cards

Somewhere in the depths of my deep freezer there lie blueberries and business cards. Really.

This is how it happened.

Once upon a time there was a family with four children. The children were all mischievous in their own way, but the one thing that all of them liked to do was dip into their mother’s baked goods stored in the deep freeze. This created problems when company arrived and the mother went to the freezer to  select something yummy to serve their guests. To her dismay, she would find her containers nearly empty. One day, the mother decided she’d had enough of this.

Unbeknownst to the children, their mother possessed strange powers that allowed her to . . . well . . . adjust things a little. She cast a spell on the freezer so that the next time the children opened it without her permission, they would immediately shrink to a very small size and disappear into the icy depths. The mother, of course, made sure they would find the nice warm clothing stored in there.

Anyway, it so happened that the children were craving the cheese and sausage cookies that their mother only made once a year at Christmas. All four of them crept silently to the freezer and lifted the lid. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves standing on a package of ground beef trying to keep themselves from sliding off.

Over a period of time (an hour or two), the children grew somewhat accustomed to their frigid environment, living off frozen blueberries and using business cards to slide around on. Their mother eventually took pity on them and zapped them back to their regular size. It took them a week to thaw out.

Okay, maybe it didn’t happen that way.

The truth is that a bag of frozen blueberries broke and a few of them are probably still at the bottom of our deep freezer. When my dear husband tried to find them all, some of his business cards slide out of his shirt pocket to join the blueberries.

I think I like the first story better.

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