To spork or not to spork?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and the WB, I've just borrowed them for a while.
Rating: PG
Author's notes: This was a result of an on list discussion about sporks, those handy utensils where the spoon and the fork is rolled into one!
“Xander, what’cha you doing?”
Willow asked, watching as her best friend sat in the sandpit, his sleeves rolled
up, a look of deep concentration etched onto his face.
“Building, Will.” He replied, his
eyes staring at the small pile of sand in front of him.
“Building what?
A castle? A house?
A fort?” She asked eagerly.
“Nope.
I’m building a Sporkcastle.”
“A what?” Willow asked, a look of
confusion blanketing her pretty face.
“A Sporkcastle.
A castle for the Spork royal family to live in.”
“A Spork?”
“Yes, a Spork.”
Xander replied seriously, holding a small plastic eating implement in his
hand. “My Mom said the Spork is
the royal family of cutlery.”
Willow still had a puzzled expression
on her face. Sometimes her best
friend made no sense at all. She
looked carefully at the Spork, identifying the qualities of the small plastic
object. “I’ve never seen a
Spork before. We don’t have any
at home, we just have the regular knives, forks and spoons.”
She replied sullenly. She
suddenly felt like she’d missed something important in the world. How could she not know that the Spork was a member of the
cutlery royal family? She decided
that she would see if she could find out the Spork’s history later.
“What does a Sporkcastle look like?”
“It looks like a magical place, it
has tall turrets with little Spork flags flying in the air.
The moat is filled with sparkling water where Spork boats float.
The walls have Spork shaped spikes to keep Spork haters away from the
precious royal family.”
“Spork haters?” Willow asked, her
curiosity in the eating implement increasing with every comment Xander made.
“Yes, Will.
Spork haters. The land where
the Sporks live is filled with people who hate Sporks.
They can’t understand why people need a fork and a spoon all rolled
into one. They’re people who
don’t want to give Sporks a chance. That’s
why the Sporkcastle needs a moat, a very deep moat, to keep those nasty Spork
haters out.”
Willow nodded, lost in a magical
world of Sporks and Spork haters. “Can
I help you build the Sporkcastle?” She asked hopefully.
“Yes, Will, because I know you
won’t hurt the Spork, you are the Spork’s friend.
Just like you’re mine.” He replied, his brown eyes glinting with
happiness, and his chubby little cheeks glowing in the afternoon sunlight.
Together the children began to build
with their spades and buckets, digging a deep moat and forming high turrets on
the Sporkcastle. When they were
finally finished they both sat back and admired the fruit of their labours.
Xander grinned as he placed his Spork
royal family inside the castle. “A
perfect home, Will.”
“Yep, Xand, a perfect home.”
Xander stood up carefully and pulled
his best friend to her feet, they held hands as they walked over to the bench
where their mother’s were deep in conversation.
“Did you two have a good time in
the sandpit?” Willow’s mother asked as she pulled her four year old into a
hug on her lap.
“Yes, Mommy.” Willow replied as
she snuggled against her mom.
“We built a Sporkcastle.” Xander
stated proudly, as he fidgeted in his mother’s lap.
“A Sporkcastle?” His mother
asked, a huge smile on her face.
Xander nodded.
“A home for the Sporks.”
Both women smiled, their children
were the best friends in the whole world and somehow they knew that Willow and
Xander would always be best friends, whatever the world had to throw at them.
Just as the Spork has survived the hatred of Spork haters, Willow and
Xander’s friendship would withstand the tests of time, love and Sunnydale.
The End
