A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A POTATO

Hello, my name is Peter The Potato.

I’m married to a very very sweet potato and her name is Battata.

We live in the laundry room, in a basket.

One day, a green schnitzel came into the laundry room and kidnapped Battata.

He put her in the washing machine with all of the dirty laundry, and he didn’t even separate between whites and darks!

And then he turned it on…

I wasn’t able to stand hearing her screams!

But I couldn’t do anything, because the green schnitzel would kill me, he had a knife.

But then I got an idea!

I could call the Kosher Police (KP)!

So I dialed 905.

– Hello? Is this the Kosher Police?

– No. Its Appie the apple.

– Don’t all of the apples work in the KP?

– I was fired. And the KP got a new phone number.

– Oh… Umm… Sorry for you, but this is a emergency, so can you tell me the new number?

– Yeah. It’s 907.

– Thank you.

– You’re welcome.

So I tried again (this time 907):

– Hello? Is this the Kosher Police?

– Yes, can I help you?

– A green schnitzel kidnapped my wife!

– OK… Whats the location?

– The laundry room!

– OK… I’m sending units.

– Thanks!

So I waited.

After like half a minute, they came.

They caught the green schnitzel and put him in jail (the garbage).

They rescued Battata.

She was safe and alive.

I will be thankful to the Kosher Police forever!