cereal communications

Two friends floated down a current one day—Snap and Crackle.
They ran into a third later that afternoon—Pop.
After months of drifting in a sea of organic 2% fat free milk Snap found the elusive silver spoon.
“I’m taking this break,” he said and hopped out.
Still trying to stay afloat, Crackle and Pop wished him well and blessed him on his new journey.
Shortly after their friend’s departure, Crackle and Pop got separated in unexpected white-water.
Soon they could not see each other any more as the rapids won the battle for control.
Crackle fired one of her two flares in hope of a rescue.
Seeing Pop’s signal fade in the distance she grew terrified.
“Hang on, Pop!” she yelled but couldn’t do anything for herself either.
Suddenly Snap appeared, tossing a life-jacket, calling to Crackle from the edge of the spoon.
“Here…grab this!”
Crackle caught the bright orange floating device, calming down as Snap reeled her into safety.
“Good,” said Snap, offering Crackle some glucose and a space blanket.
“Thanks,” said Crackle “what about Pop?”
“He’s fine by himself. He’s a strong swimmer,” and up he ran along the spoon.
Revived but sad, Crackle zipped up the wet cushion vest and dived back into the white swells.
Swimming as hard as she could, she edged toward where Pop’s LED flashed now-and-then.
Tying him to the life-jacket, she fired her last flare from whence she came.
Snap came running down again as soon as Pop pulled himself out to sit up on the edge of the spoon.
“Why did you waste your last flare like that?” Snap asked Crackle.
“Because I wanted to let you know that I found him.”

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