The next week again the professor had an overwhelming undeniable craving for eggs.
She tried an Egg McMuffin but it felt empty.
She tried Village Inn but it felt heavy.
She tried to cook at home but it felt rushed and cold.
Finally she made time and a date with a friend to go to Cracker Barrel. proclaiming to the world Oh my GOSH I come here to often!
She marched right to where the frog was and it was gone.
She marched right to where the frog was and it was gone.
She waited in front of the moon pies and orange soda somberly and waited for her name to be called.
The professor ate her two over-medium eggs eggs quietly and bitterly.
They seemed rubbery and wet and tasteless at the same time.
The bacon was fat and limp.
The biscuit was hard and flat and doughy; none of the jellies even sounded good.
Her diet coke tasted flat and weak.
After a few minutes the professor gave up and just put her fork on the plate, realizing she didn't even know what she wanted at all anymore.
