The Wok and the Boy

Once upon a time there was a wok. And this wok, unlike all the other woks, was sitting unused on the sandy steps of a Loja (store) in Alto Molocue, and it was lonely. No one wanted to use it to make delicious food, and it just sat on the step all day getting dusty. Then one day, a lovely boy from New Jersey, who happened to be living in the town, found the wok. He wanted the wok so bad, but didn’t have the money to pay for it, so he had to leave the wok on the sandy step. The wok was very sad, for once again it was alone to just sit on the sandy step all day getting dusty. But two days later, who should show up, but the lovely boy from New Jersey! No sooner than you could say “I’m gonna eat so much fried rice, it’s ridiculous,”  the wok had been washed, paid for, and put in the backpack of the lovely boy from New Jersey. After a short and dark trip, the wok arrived at the lovely boy from New Jersey’s house, and they made egg fried rice happily ever after.

The End

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Coco and Poco Update: The newly named Poco (misspelling of little) has opened her eyes and is walking around. Yesterday, I mistakenly decided to give Coco her dinner while she was feeding Poco. The moment I put the bowl of food on the ground, Coco stood up, walked over, and began to eat, Poco still attached. After maybe a second of hang time, Poco dropped to the ground with a squeak, being forced to wait to eat by height limitations.