Rattling, Popping Kernel

Once, there was a popcorn kernel who rattled everywhere he went. Regardless of whether he were going to the park, the grocery store or the library, he rattled around, jumping here and there. Some of his friends, like Mr Caramel Chew and Miss Coffee Creamer said he did it because, as a popping kernel, he intrinsically knew his fate and simply was reenacting his future within the cooking pot. But there was no cooking pot. And there was no cooking oil. Truth was, Popcorn Kernel simply loved life. He possessed a joie de vie. Mr Butter Scoop didn't get it. Dr Teaspoon couldn't comprehend. In fact, they said Popcorn Kernel simply tried to mimic the erratic behavior of atomic particles. Hey, these are some smart household and refrigerator items! And so, this particular day, Popping Kernel was making his way to the theme park. He just had so much joie de vie that he needed to burn off. He hadn't been to the theme park in years. He thought it may be time to return. And so, standing in line for the thrilling super duper flagelistic roller coaster, he happened to catch eyes with the most gorgeous stick of butter he had ever seen. And there, surrounded by hundreds of other household and refrigerator items, each and every one of them disappeared. Leaving only Popping Kernel and Stick of Butter, softly gazing into each other's eyes. They had a blast on the rollercoaster but now that they had found each other, they had slowed down just a little. They sought something more romantic. So, they went up in a Ferris wheel. There at the very top, the two, Popping Kernel and Stick of Butter kissed passionately. This was the last I heard of the two love birds. Word has it, they were joined together and finally popped! The interesting thing: after they met, Stick of Butter actually started rattling everywhere she went too. What a sight to see! A popping kernel and a stick of butter dancing every which way. The only time they stood still was that very special moment when the two kissed.

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