My mother was taken there when I was only two days old. And my time is coming. I sit on the freezing shelf, and I wait. It s about noon when it happens. As I sit on the shelf, contemplating my fate, the huge fridge door opens.
Light spills into the cold chamber.
Hold on, Mom. I m just going to get something to drink. I watch as a large hand comes straight at me. I stare in frozen horror as a girl reaches for me, eager to drink the rest of my juice and to throw me out. Run, cries the cabbage next to me.