| | | | | | | 'Twas a dark night when Tabitha Thickleworth thought she might make some roasted vegetables. But little did she know of the HORRORS that would be visited upon her… | | | | | | | Tabitha got her carrots and peppers ready. She reached for the ominous knife, clutching a carrot in her other hand. The blunt knife shone with menace, but poor Tabitha did not heed the danger of dullness. Alas, the blade did not even graze the darned carrot. | | | | | | | Amidst broken plates and mauled carrots, Tabitha raised her bleeding finger and exclaimed, "What have I done?!" | | | | | | | But, dear reader, the night did not end there. A hero arrived, clad in shimmering bravado, to aid poor Tabitha. Wouldn't you know it, it was Knife Aid, swooping in to sharpen our damsel's knives. | | | | | | | Henceforth, Tabitha knew only joy in the kitchen! | | | | | | | |
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