Sassy Tomatoes Excerpt

I’m the only one. I’m the only one that isn’t sassy. I always wonder why every tomato is sassy but me.

It was just a normal Saturday. I stayed in my shack until rush hour was over. I walked outside, all ready for work, when I saw the most sassiest tomato hopping towards me. I didn’t want to get in his way! I hid behind the Porter Pottytow [paw-tea-toe] but Randall still found me. His face was more red than usual!

“Why did you stain Mrs. Stem’s couch at the party last night, you couch tomato?” he asked me. “You broke the rules, you mis- chievous devil!”

“It was an accident,” I replied, “now I have to get to work!”

“I don’t care!” he answered. “Now you lis- ten to me, you have to–”

“–get to work,” I interrupted. “Now will you please move out of my path?”

“No, you’re not the boss of me!” he whined. “You have to pay a fine of…uh, let’s see…$10,000 first.”

“Okay,” I answered. I had a plan. “First, I have to go earn my paycheck at work.”

See where I’m going with this?

“Fine,” Randall snapped, rolling his eyes. “I’ll be looking for you, Tina!”

“Okay,” I agreed.

I hopped off to work so my sassy boss, Tim, wouldn’t yell at me for being “late”.

When work was done, I waited for rush hour to be over. When it was, I went outside. Guess who I saw? Randall, hopping towards me.

“He must want that paycheck I told him I had,” I thought, hiding behind the Porter Pottytow again. Of course, he found me again because I hid there last time and he saw me hide behind it…both times.

“Tina…WHERE’S MY PAY-CHECK?!” he screamed.

I didn’t answer. We stood there for a couple of seconds and I finally made a move. I sprinted. I hopped towards my house as fast as I could. He was trailing after me. I reached the door and went inside. I closed it as tight as I could. I was just about to lock it, but I had just remembered: none of my doors have locks. So I went upstairs and put pressure on my bed- room door when I was inside it so Randall couldn’t break in. My chair and some baskets with stuffed animals in them were up against the entrance of my room.

I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. I was sure Randall was in my room when I heard loud hops around the house. I had to made a plan to escape that sassy tomato. I just had to think.

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