Unionized Leftovers
It began with a fridge door that wouldn’t close.
Snugbitty had labeled every container with color-coded tags: “Priority Pie,” “Emotional Support Seconds,” and “Do Not Reheat Without Supervision.”
DotDot drafted a spatial reallocation plan, complete with a rotating shelf schedule and a grievance form for displaced cranberry sauce.
Spark proposed a temporary food union.
“Every dish deserves representation,” he declared, taping googly eyes to the mashed potatoes.
Thimble quietly added a sprig of rosemary to the stuffing and whispered, “Let’s not forget the herbs.”
Pinky tried to mediate.
“Can we just agree that gratitude takes up zero fridge space?”
The fridge hummed in reluctant agreement.
By evening, the leftovers had organized, labeled, and ratified a temporary treaty:
The She Shed Accord of 2025—signed in gravy, sealed with pie.