Look, I’m gonna make this simple for you. I’m a potato. People normally associate potatoes with french fries, but we are soo much more than that! We are in… um… soups too? Fine, there may not be much associated with potatoes in general, but I’m different. Because I have a secret. I can talk. I have feelings. I am... Ultra Potato!!! And I’ve got a story to tell.
It started on a normal, lazy Sunday. I was browsing through Pinterest, TOTALLY not finding pictures of my idol...ok, fine. I WAS browsing through images of Optimash Prime, but what can I say? Anyway, while I was lazing about, out of the blue, my friend Jerry decides to show up.
“Hey, Freddie!” I glare at him. He glares back. “No, I’m not calling you ultra potato.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Whatcha want, Jerry? I’m in the optimash zone here and I wou-”. I was just about to finish my sentence, as my other friend, Timmy comes bursting through the door, breathless with excitement. Does NO ONE respect my privacy!?
“Look at this!” His face glowed with ecstasy. (Looking back, I don’t think that’s normal for a potato). Back to the story though. This was the moment I heard the news that changed my life.
“WE CAN MEET OPTIMASH PRIME!”
Jerry and I exchanged looks. Timmy’s lost his mash! Then he thrust a crumpled up sheet of paper into my hands. Yes, potatoes have hands. No one sees them. But that’s not important.
DO YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS? COME DOWN TO YAM MO KIO AND STAR IN AN AD WITH OPTIMASH PRIME!
No. Way.“Oh. My. God!” I danced around the room in joy. This piece of paper was pure gold. My life was amazing.
“Let’s go!” I yell, but before you can say mashed potatoes and cheese, we were waiting at Yam Mo Kio’s centre: Yam Mo Kio Hub. Our only obstacle though… there was a small queue to wait out first. A small queue of 500 people! We all glared at the people in front of us in annoyance.
“Hello” A tall figure appeared behind us.
“AAAAAAHHH!!!” We all yelped, frightened.
“What do you want?” I stepped forward, hoping my voice wasn’t squeaky.
“Come with me and I’ll tell you…” the figure disappeared.
Any normal potato wouldn’t have gone. But we did. Two words: Leafy. Green.