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Then the worst thing of all happened. I felt the pot begin to slip, to slide in my hands. �Oh no!� I shouted as I gripped the pot handles tightly. But it was no use. The pot went flying out of my hands. BOOM! It hit the floor. I watched, horrified as the soup splashed across the kitchen, an ocean of broth and vegetables covering the shiny white tiled floor. Tomatoes splattered against the cabinets. Carrots slid under the table. Potatoes rolled around like golf balls. My feet slid on the greasy mess and flew out from under me. My eyes popped open and my heart pounded. In a second, I found myself sliding through the whole mess on my backside.
�What a disaster!� I yelled. I sat there on the floor for a minute, my head in my hands. I�d better get rid of that rotten old rug, I thought to myself. After all, it was the cause of the whole problem. That�s what gave me the idea. I grabbed the rug, sat myself down on it and pushed myself along the floor, mopping up the tomatoes, carrots, broth and potatoes. I scooped them up and threw them all away. Finally, I turned the rug over and wiped up the rest of the grease. Then I threw away the rug as well!
I looked around. The kitchen was almost as good as new. I made a decision then and there. The next time I wanted to have a nice hot bowl of soup, I�d go to a restaurant and order one!