The Legend

It all began that night in the scientist's laboratory. The scientist was a man who kept to himself all of the time. He didn't like distractions. If anyone came to his door it would be the end of his visitor for sure. So, on that night, he was running experiments on what the "real fruit" filling in poptarts might actually be. Because, everyone knows it's not real fruit. But that's beside the point. Anyway, that night he put a strawberry-flavored one in the toaster. He used this flavor in most of his experiments because it was the most popular kind among consumers. But when he left the room to get some coffee while the poptart cooked, he didn't notice that one of the books that fell off of the pile on his desk landed on the toaster-button-thing. Its weight prevented the button from popping up when the poptart was ready. And so it cooked even more than it really should have for its own good. When the scientist returned with his half-finished cup of coffee he noticed that something just didn't seem right. He looked at the toaster and then realized that the poptart had been stuck inside it. Just before the scientist was about to lift the book from the toaster-button-thing and rescue it, the burnt, blackened, poptart had menacingly popped up and had morphed into the Blowtorch Snack Pastry from Heck. The pure evil poptart had sprung at him and used its strawberry-telekinetic powers to levitate the butterknives the scientist had in his kitchen drawers and threw them at the scientist. This made the scientist run away for his life. He then ran away into the secluded, dark, and dense forest in the Czech Republic where no poptarts are found and stayed there for the rest of his life. He, nor this story, was never spoken of again until now. Copyright 2003 Onua Wingstar & Melinda Trabornski