post 1111 - the ace of posts

knives had never bothered her near as much as spoons did. people, she felt, had a fundamental misunderstanding of the inherent danger of spoons. forks with their pointy tines yelling «caution!» and knives commanding nearly unfathomable levels of respect... by comparison, spoons appeared harmless. but this very appearance of harmlessness was the key to their power. spoons were stealthily. no. not stealthy - that was too generous, implied too much intelligence. spoons were not all that smart - but they were sneaky. sitting there all prim and prissy next to the sharp knife & pointy fork. «i'm just a sweet li'l spoooon. you don't have to be afraid of li'l ol' me!» spoons lull you into trusting them - then you pick one up and then! then the spoon has you right where it wants you! the evil, conniving spoon turns on you, weilding its untenable power of persuasion and before you know it --