THE  27Th  EDITIOn

It stood proudly in the center of the room. It was honored to be chosen as the model macaroni noodle; its noods were like no other. It was the strongest noodle that anyone had ever seen, and its figure and form showed it all.

     After a little while, it realized that standing so tall and strong was not realistic for the amount of time in which it had to be standing there modeling perfect noodleless. The sharp definitive lines of its build disappeared.

     Over more time, it grew tired of standing altogether; it began to slouch in its position, and then sat down entirely. At this point, the noodle began to doubt whether or not they were right to choose it as the model noodle; it was nothing compared to its friends: it couldn’t even stand for one whole modeling gig.

     It grew depressed, and as it did, it began to wilt ever so sadly. It should never have been chosen, it should just be thrown away. It would just lie there on the stand and wither away into nothing.