This little tale of this gigantic gravy boat is one the buttery potato-y sea would not like you to hear, because the role the sea plays is that of the villain. Over the hills and through the woods was the seashore, where the gravy boat was moored until that fateful day. It was a dark, dreary day. The buttery potato-y sea was slowly churning, and the gravy boat was tossed around like a toothpick in the midst of a savory tempest of jalapeño olives. The thick gravy sloshed around and much of it fell overboard. Even gravy boats have limits.
The Gravy Boat by David Rurik and Emily RussellIn by New Author on December 27, 2010 at 6:28 am