I tried to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. It wouldn’t do any good anyway, since I had no friends on Mars, now. All of a sudden, my eyelids drooped. I couldn’t keep them open. Finally I gave in, and let myself drift into sleep. I must have slept for a long time, because I had so many dreams; all of which consisted of wacky figures, and out-of-shape letters. Except the second-last dream. I was floating down a river of orange juice, on a piece of toast. I was all sticky, and yellowish-white. Then I realized that I was butter scraped across the toast. I could hear a waterfall up ahead. I peeked over the edge of the toast, only to find a huge mouth waiting at the bottom! I closed my eyes. Now I was sweating with fear, and I was melting all over myself and the toast. Suddenly, I heard a metal clash, as if two people were having a duel with swords…or with cutlery….. I opened my eyes carefully, so that I wouldn’t get butter in my eyes, and sure enough, a fork, a knife and a spoon were hitting each other with the ends of themselves. This went on for a while, and I began to understand the plot. The spoon was trying to save me, while the knife, and the fork, were trying to cut me in half. I suspected they were working for the mouth. I felt a slight tap tap tap on my shoulder. I looked up, spilling butter into my frightened eyes. I peered through the butter. It was the spoon…and it was inviting me onto it’s handle. I tried to climb on, but I was stuck to the bread. I looked back and saw the knife and fork pinning me down where my feet would be.