Kitchen Sponge Encounter

I bounded straight over to the kitchen counter this morning, following the faint scent of lemon soap! Sitting right on the metal drying rack was another yellow sponge—only this one had a coarse green scrubber glued right onto its back! I nudged it with my plush corner, greeting my potential fellow fry-cook, but it just stayed completely flat and quiet. I gently tapped its green rough top with my soft side, humming a brisk little beat to wake it up. It didn't bounce back at all, but it made the softest scratching rhythm against the stainless steel tray!