A long time ago or sometime in the future, I'm not really sure, it might even have been right now its hard to tell. Well anyway there was this peanut. He was a brave young peanut and was on a lifelong quest to become butter. Not peanut butter mind you but real butter. He wanted to be a real butter. All of his family, his many millions of siblings that he grew up with in the fields and his parents and everyone who came before them had been turned into peanut butter. His line wasn't so vain as to want to be salted. That was for the elite peanuts, no he came from a long tradition of blue collar peanuts, peanut butter peanuts. But this particular peanut, I've been referring to it as a he nut but it might have been a she nut you never know with these things, wanted something better , he didn't really know what butter was but he figure that since it was what peanut butter was named after it had to be something magnificent, something that a young peanut could aspire to. Well everyone had always told him that his dream was the stupids and that he should just be content with being peanut butter. They told him that the best way to get into peoples' stomachs was to become peanut butter. As you should know the one thing that all peanuts strive for is to reach peanut heaven (a human stomach). But this peanut knew that humans ate butter so he paid no heed to the naysayers. So on the fateful day when all of his field was picked to become the next batch of peanut butter he made his escape. This was when he started researching what...
To Be Continued
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