A chip named Henry

Once upon a time, there was a Sour-cream-and-onion chip named Henry. Henry was crisp and round and flat like every chip should be, and just a little bit flaky. He was also just starting the 8th grade of The Pringle Academy Middle School. His homeroom teacher was Mr. Hill who taught 8th careers (witch dipping sauce is best). Henry walked in the door to find Mr. Hill on the floor playing with alphabet blocks. He had a big tower that reached almost to the ceiling. Henry walked over to the tower and stepped onto the first block, then the second, and all the way to the top. Henry was so proud of himself that he started to dance around with joy. Naturally, all that joy dancing caused the blocks to shake and move. The next thing he knew Henry was falling toward the ground. When he landed Mr. Hill looked down upon Henry’s shattered body.

“Well,” began Mr. Hill, “He was a chip off the old block.”

The End