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Enri was with others in the inventing room just as a large machine rumbled and churned in front of the tour group. Ms. Wanda Wonka, the distinguished but quirky chocolatier, cheekily grinned as the guests gaped at the remarkable device. "Watch this!" Wonka jeered, as the machine slowly pulled out and unfolded a long, mechanical arm - out of which emerged a tiny strip of gum. Enri immediately took it, and examined it closely. "You mean that's it?!" Mara exclaimed. "Do you even know what IT IS?" Ms. Wonka asked, excitedly. "It's gum, obviously" Enri replied, his tone rife with arrogance. Enri was by far the most spoiled, proud and ego-centr

It was late afternoon when I returned to the playground with a shovel. Berryboy was still on the merry-go-round which was still turning, only now much slower. He was crying and screaming for his 'mommy'; my mother, but she was away at the funeral and the baby berries all totally relied on me. Berryboy was flapping his two vestigial hands, screaming to get off of the hot playground, but I just smiled and ignored the distressed infant. Berrybaby was still on the swing, kicking his little feet and flapping his little blue hands desperate to get off of the swing. But like I had done with Berryboy, I ignored this infant too. The other Berrybaby,