Lunchtime at my desk. I gots lunchtime at muh desk. Starin’ at kittie pictures with funny catptions. I’m in ur desk, eatin ur sammich. Chomp chomp chompz. This beats the suxx0r of this morningz.

Chall was worried that while her parents were quite human, she had descended from spinach. It seemed reasonable that such a smart plant would want its agents among people. She wondered if her parents were complicit or if somehow, spinach had switched her with their real baby in the hospital, if somewhere there was a human baby raised to be a spinach leaf. She shared this fear only with Micah, who confided that he believed he was an agent of the stoplights. “They are tired of change,” Micah said. “They have sent me to enforce the status quo.” Chall knew of no such agenda for spinach.