Blueberry Bog

Blueberry bog... a bog of many dangers. Many blueberries go in... all come out changed berries. One such blueberry was named Friar. Friar lived in a bag in the freezer. It was a cold life, naturally. He lived with his fellow blueberries. They talked amongst themselves and Friar, always the philosopher, questioned the way of life in the plastic bag of blueberries. His friends did not approve of his curious mind and they were very relieved when, one day, the bag was taken out of the freezer and Friar was taken out of that bag. Friar was relieved as well. He did not like being frowned upon. He would rather be smiled at. Friar was dropped into a bowl of pancake batter. Back then, it was just a Batter Bog. It wasn't so bad. The other blueberries were upset. What was this weird mush sort of thing? They squrimed around and that was not a good thing, because their blue insides eked out and turned the creamy batter blue. And when the blue eked out, so did the antioxidants. Hmmm... Perhaps, thought Friar, this bog is like one of those bogs in Scotland and other places where bodies are preserved like mummies in the peat. Their hair turns red yet is perfectly preserved. Friar thought about that with giddy anticipation, until he realized he did not have hair. As Friar contemplated what this bog might do to him, he felt himself being lifted up in a... what's this... a measuring cup? Then he hit the griddle. Sizzle... Friar was warm all of a sudden. The batter was pulling together. Uh- he couldn't move... he was preserved in a pancake. And Friar remained in that pancake for many a minute until an archeologist, or, so he assumed, unearthed him with a silver pronged utensil. Then he was lifted up, and eaten.