The first inkling Princess Penelope had of trouble was the frantic whispering. She stopped in her tracks and strained to locate the source. The voices seemed to be coming from the adjoining hallway, so she tiptoed as quietly as she could to where the passages connected. She still couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she could make out a few scattered words:
Perilous… it’s only a potato… No blood… What can it do? The princess… boil it… no, fried!A face settled into a scowl. There was someone threatening the safety of a potato and she would have to do something about it! Without thinking, she barged down the hall to find two boys huddled over something.
“What are you doing?” she growled.
The two boys screamed in fright, throwing something small and brown in the air as they ran away.
Instinct kicked in. Princess Penelope dove for the potato, catching it in midair before crashing to the ground.
“There you go,” she said, alternating between a smile and a wince. “You’re safe now, little potato.”
The potato didn’t say a word.
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Here's a story about potato (crops) in peril, because sometimes the world lands coincidences in your lap.
Also, here's Veggie Tales because THEY ARE A THING, YO.