Wholesomely Unuseful Story

Once upon a time there was a pancake. The pancake was not always a pancake. Once it was batter. And before that, it was merely ingredients. After the ingredients were stirred together, and after a spoon scooped the batter up, spilling it into a sizzling pan, it relaxed on the warm surface, becoming flat and golden. Now the pancake was truly a pancake. A spatula flipped the cake over, spinning it in circles, and landing the remaining battered side on the sizzling surface. The batter cooked and turned as golden as the sun. After this side was browned, the spatula slid under it and scooped the pancake up from its hot and toasty bed. The pancake landed on a cold platter and shivered. Syrup slurrped down atop the shiny cake, readying it for mastication. A silver fork split the skin of the poor pancake. The piece was torn from its body and was punctured by the sharp prongs of the utensil. The slippery syrup slid slowly across the ripped edges of the piece. The pancake wept as it saw its lost members being devoured before it.