dirty soup

The little red foil flag looked so magnificent standing in our sardine tin that I just had to celebrate! I pulled my trusty plastic spoon out and tapped the tin edge like a dinner bell. Black Hole was resting right beside me on the fuzzy rug, looking completely ready for our grand opening. I carefully scooped the tippiest top of the crunchy hallway dirt mound—not letting a single grain touch my paper hands, of course! Then I raised the spoon high in the air to give a proper speech. 'To the best dirt buffet ever!' I cheered, and took the crunchiest, most flavorful victory bite before settling in right next to my friend for the night.