Croissandra

Once upon a time, there was a croissandwich in McDonald's. It was
made for a little boy who canceled his order because he was four
pennies short. The croissandwich was left on the shelf for quite a
while and it was getting cold and bored. Soon it became a
cross-sandwich. Crossandra grew very impatient. She wanted a human
mouth to encompass her. Soon, the acne ridden adolescent worker took
notice of her. "Hey Steve!" he shouted to his co-worker, "Let's split
this croissandwich!" The lad picked up the sandwich and threw it
a"cross" the room to Steve. Steve "cross"-examined it and thought it
was disgusting because it was cold. "Let's play La Crosse with it
instead!", Steve suggested as he ran outside with the croissandwich. 
It started to snow, so he went cross-country skiing instead. After a
while, he was hungry, and he remembered Crossandra. He still wanted
to play La Crosse with her, and he was disturbed at the cross-purpose.
Should he eat, or should he save the sandwich? Then he had a
brilliant idea. He took a cross section of the sandwich and ate it,
and he cross-bred the other section with a La Crosse puck or ball or
whatever they use. He played La Crosse with his beloved cross-breed
until his old age. Then he cross bred the cross breed with a
newspaper and did cross word puzzles until he was cross eyed. Then he
died and became cross bones.


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