Choices

Randauf made his way through the lunch line.
The green beans were slithering! I saw one move right over another and under that little slab of butter when the lamp heated up and turned on the extra bit of light!
The roast corn hash had an attitude! And Jamey, who has "A" lunch, said it had a bad attitude and whipped his stomach like a wet cur, and maybe even burned his underwear.
The bread was passable. For a corpse!
And the milk, well, the milk was more on the acidic side of the pH scale.
But alas no more, for he was nearing the end, and there was a choice! Brownie or fruit.
Randauf was happy and asked, "Can I have both!?"
"Yes you may!" said the grinner with the spatula.
And Randauf dejected his way back to the lunchtable with the softest, brownest apple ever to have been seen.

Don't be greedy in the face of sheer hopelessness.