#8

"I wonder how these things work..." Moody said, looking at some of the sharp, pointy objects on the kitchen counter. He had been looking for something to eat but as there was nothing premade, he was forced to make his own food. He walked towards the fridge, concluding that it was something used to cut food. Opening the fridge, he found tons of vegetables to use. "Perhaps I can make my own soup. That sounds good. Somewhat." Moody took all of the vegetables out, tomatoes, spinach, cabbage, lettuce, carrots, beats, and so much more. After placing them on the counter, he chose which ones he wanted in his soup and put the rest back, looking at them in disgust. "Never did like beats...never." He then took the sharp pointy things but unforunately that only resulted in him missing the vegetable each time he threw the sharp end down. At last, he finally cut himself, making him grow even more upset over everything. "That's it!!! DIFFINDO!" * Suddenly, all the vegetables were being cut up into slices and smaller minutes, in such a short time that he wondered why he had wasted time on the ridiculously painful sharp, pointy things.