“There has never been so much mashed potatoes in one place.” Jean says. She stares at a pile of mashed potatoes that is piled on the table in front of her. It towers at least two feet over her head. “Yes Ma’am, we have been up all night preparing for the Smorgasbord.” Jeffrey says, the man hired to get this done.
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She then walks over to the gigantic vat of gravy. This massive dome shaped stainless steel bowl holds eighty gallons, and it’s full to about six inches from the brim. “Oh my goodness, if a kid falls into that thing, we are going to be in trouble.” Jean says.
“I can’t see how that Can happen.” Says Jeffrey.
On the next table it’s layers and layers, upon more layers of sliced ham. “This is quite remarkable.” Jean says. “We have to keep the children out from under the tables. They can’t be running around and bumping the tables.”
“There should be no doubt about that, Ma’am.” Says Jeffrey.
As Jean walks over to the next table, where there is a towering and twisting, interwoven assemblage of green beans, she has a look of awe on here face. “This looks more like a work of art than a service of green beans, Jeffery. “Our people are some creatives, that’s for sure, Jean.”
“The desserts smell very special, even through the gauntlet of the savory dishes. Let’s see it all.” Jean tells Jeffery. The crew rolls out a jello-cake that is eight feet long by six feet wide, and two feet thick. “Jeffery, I must ask, how are we expected to make the pieces from this cake fit onto the children’s plates? What is someone thinking, really, about all of these incredibly large preparations?”
“Well.” Jeffery responds. “I don’t understand the question, ma’am. We simply followed the instructions based on your description. You told us you wanted a children’s Smorgasbord for giants, we did the best we could do to think about the things child giants would like.”
“Jeffrey, I told you we wanted a giant Smorgasbord for children.” Jean replied.
“Oh… dear.” Jeffery said.
The End
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