December 5, 2005

• Last night, I was sitting around our dining room table, playing a lively game with Seth, Scott, and Karis. Next to our game board, resided a bowl of frozen strawberries. As we sat taking our turns, munching on our frosty red delicacies, I was suddenly possessed with a brilliant game to play, called "Lets See Who Can Stick Their Front Teeth Directly Into a Strawberry and Hold Them There The Longest."

  
  

  Karis was my willing contestant. We picked out large, contest-worthy  strawberries, and bit off the tip, careful not to affect our front teeth...yet. It took several minutes before we could find the courage to commit ourselves to such a cruel torture, but on the count of three, we sunk our front teeth into the frozen strawberry. What resulted was total chaos, as we jumped up, kicking and screaming from our chairs, with the background roars of laughter from the masculine peanut-gallery. The freezing shock that went shooting through our nervous system sent us into convulsions that lasted for several seconds, altho at the time it felt close to hours. As the shock wore off, we quickly tried to regain our dignified composure, shuddering as we thought of the gruesome deed we had so willingly put ourselves through.

  
  

  All in all, our suffering was in vain, as we were unable to tell who had out-lasted the other. But we didn't care, as the competitiveness with which we had begun our challenge, had subsided into the sympathising bond of those who have withstood all together.

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