As she questioned me about our lack of forks I explained that like our socks they were magically disappearing through the night and I had been searching for silverware sets but just never had one "jump" out at me.
With a big grin on her face she told me that she had the perfect way of taking care of my lack of forks problem.
Two or three days later she reappeared with several forks. Many different shapes and styles.
You know what I love those forks.
Each time we pull one out of the drawer to eat with
I can see my friends smiling face as she brought us those prized forks.
Somewhere in my mashed potato brain I remembered reading a story about the fork.
Tonight I actually took the time to goggle it and it popped right up.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I have: