A friendship between a knife and an onion

It was still morning when the old lady forgot the silver knife on the kitchen table right next to the onions, carrots, and potatoes. She was never a very well-organized woman, but it was still the first encounter between that knife and those vegetables. As soon as the knife looked at them, the potatoes rolled a few centimetres away, the carrots played dead and the onions closed their eyes in hopes he would mistake them for dumplings. The knife was very aware of the fact that no one really liked him. How could they? He and the other knives were always the ones cutting everything. Heck, he didn’t even like himself! But that morning, one small onion didn’t turn away from him. No, it even smiled at the knife. Oh, it was the sweetest smile! No one ever smiled at him this friendly. After some hesitation, the knife said a shy “hello” and the onion waved back. He suddenly imagined them together laughing, sweating in the oven (at a very low temperature of course), playing with water in the sink, and how he would introduce the onion to the amazing dishwasher. The knife couldn’t stop smiling and asked the onion if they could become friends.

“Sure, why not” answered the onion shyly.

The other onions grasped in shock and told the little onion to avoid eye contact with the knife.

“Why?” asked the onion confused.

“Duh, everyone knows he’s a player!” answered the biggest onion beside her very confidently.

“Not a player, idiot. He’s the bad guy in this kitchen, the one who only does harm to everyone”, corrected another onion the big one.

“Well, isn’t that the definition of a player?”

“Are you dumb?” asked a potato from the back.

“Maybe some humans are stupid because they eat stupid foods like him,” added another potato laughing.

“Shut up Greg, don’t act like you didn’t call yourself a tomato just two days ago,” said a carrot annoyed.

“You promised me not to tell anyone about that!” replied the potato heartbroken.

“Everyone silent, she’s coming!”

Silence.

Loud footsteps approached the kitchen. Big, slow steps. The old lady looked down at the table, knowing she could decide on all of their futures. With eyes full of evil, she took the knife, not knowing he was praying he would magically become a spoon. But she didn’t use him. She just placed him on the sink and went to the other room again.

“HA! Did you see that? There ain’t no cutting today!” screamed the knife out. They started cheering and celebrating but they didn’t know that wishes don’t become true when you say them out loud. Because right at that moment the old lady came back in, took the knife and the little onion and started preparing her salad. The knife was crying, the little onion was crying, the vegetables were crying, and the old lady was crying because of the smell of the onion. Although everybody cried that day, the salad still tasted amazing.

The following day, the old lady forgot one of the forks next to a plate full of green beans, and one little bean actually smiled at the fork in hopes of becoming friends.