The Fry Friends

Title: The Fry Friends In a cozy little diner called Sunny’s Snack Shack, there lived a basket of French fries. They weren’t just any fries — they were special in their own ways. There was Curly, who loved to twist and spin. Shoestring, who was tiny but super quick. Waffle, who was big and full of patterns. And Crinkle, who saw the world a little differently — he liked things quiet and calm, and sometimes needed extra time to think. Every day, the fries waited to be served, chatting and laughing together. But sometimes, they didn’t understand each other. “Come on, Crinkle!” said Curly one morning. “Let’s play ketchup tag!” Crinkle shook his head. “It’s too loud for me right now,” he said softly. Shoestring frowned. “But it’s fun!” Waffle rolled over gently. “It’s okay,” he said. “We can play something quieter later.” The fries learned that everyone had their own way of being part of the basket. Curly’s twists made everyone laugh. Shoestring’s speed helped when they needed to roll away from the ketchup spill. Waffle’s big shape made a perfect place for everyone to rest. And Crinkle’s careful thinking helped them solve problems when things got tricky. One day, a big gust of wind blew through the diner window, scattering the fries across the counter! “Oh no!” cried Shoestring. “We’ll never get back to the basket!” But Crinkle took a deep breath. “If we move one at a time, we can make a fry chain,” he said. They all worked together — Curly twisted around the straw, Shoestring zipped ahead to lead the way, Waffle lifted the smaller fries, and Crinkle guided them calmly back home. When they finally made it, the fries cheered. From that day on, they knew that being different made their basket stronger — and that every fry, no matter their shape, size, or way of thinking, belonged.