The Pope Comes to Dinner

The Pope was coming to dinner. All the food was already set out on a long wooden table. A man. The Pope's assistant. He told me that I had to put a sort of tablecloth down and came out with this doughy-rubbery stuff that you could spread and thin out as a tablecloth. I put all of the food on one half of the table and started to spread out the white stuff. It seemed to work at first, but then no. There were small, grey, porous cubes inside. When I read the package I saw that it was for games or something. I was upset, I felt that it was my responsibility.

Dreamed by: Jenn Gaudette