by Harbinger of Death
How much lemonade will this make, exactly? asked Puppy as she hauled
baskets of lemons to the squeezing room.
Not near as much as we wish it would, Alura said.
I love lemonade, said Mallenia. I dont mind it.
Whatever, the other girls sighed.
Here, help me dump this basket in.
Its too heavy!
Put your back into it.
Oh, thats better. Heave!
They managed to get the last bushels into the lemon press. There, that should do
it. Puppy pushed the button to start it going, but nothing happened.
Hey, whats the problem? Mallenia asked.
I think theres a lemon stuck in the mechanism, Alura said, peering
inside. Oh wow, theres tons of them stuck. Im going to need some
help. She hopped in the vat and reached up inside the gears to pull out lemons that
were keeping it from working.
Are you sure thats safe? asked Puppy.
Its fine. Just turn it on off and come in here and help me.
They climbed in with her and pulled lemons out left and right. They were like tribbles,
stuck in all over the place. Finally the last lemon came free.
There, said Mallenia. Lets get out of this thing. Its giving
me the creeps. But just then the machine went into motion, and the press started to
come down over the vat.
Oh no! they cried, and tried to make it out, but there was no room for them to
get past the huge plate. It came down slower and slower. They called for help, but no one
could hear, and soon it squished and squeezed them until there were gallons of bloody
lemonade in the receptacles below.
Posted on Oct 26 1999, 11:18 AM