Soup Dash
I just wanted some soup! Eliza cried in her head. The tab off her soup can popped off before she could even peel back the cover. The can grinned, only a minuscule opened, the liquid bouncing around its belly.
She tried the office can opener. Sadly, the can was not designed for it, the well laid in too deep. Perhaps the other end, she pondered. But what of the juices?
Eliza looked though the pantry and found a paper bowl. She quickly flipped the can onto it, applying the opener to the can’s behind.
At first you don’t succeed, you try and try again, yes. But even the bottom wasn’t designed for the contraption, only adding dents to the can.
She fumed at her luck, wishing only to enjoy her lunch in peace. But wait, a light bulb. The can top is made for peeling away with some ease, right. What if, she thought, and placed the long, skinny end into the small opening.
At first nothing, the arm was too long to move. But she adjusted the angle and yes! It began to peel back.
I have triumphed over you can! She proudly proclaimed, emptying the contents into the new bowl.
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