"I can make good soup with anything," my

"I can make good soup with anything," my hubby said. I pfft-ed and scribed more plans for world domination. He swiped my notes and threw them into the pot. The broth gurgled evilly

because of the low-quality grain of paper I use for all my evil plans. "That doesn't look like very good soup," I lectured my husband. He looked nervous, but asked me to wait a bit

I took stock of my plans. I needed to let things simmer so they don't boil over. I am a Souper Villain with a soup-destroying death ray. My first target would be Campbell's

soup plant which dominates the economy of Tomatoland. I rowed for 3 days & nights across the Chicken Noodle Sea cackling evilly & landed at Port Cockaleekie. I set my death ray to

"Turn All Lifeforms into Pink Bunnies" and aimed the ray at the city to my left. With a squeeze of the trigger, a blinding bright beam shot out into the darkness ahead of me. I the

only person saw the dire consequences of ecosystem collapse if all life forms became pink bunnies rummaged through my mind for applications for so many bunnies. A whole city had

Been built during a wood chopping competition. Then it had been burned during the election propaganda season. There were no forests left for firewood. What a waste of resources!

Smoke flooded the sky and we had nothing to keep us warm, but we talked about the trees. It was the only thing keeping us human. The nature was the real home all along, so we just

returned to it: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We melded with the elements, grew fetid over time, and later found ourselves literally out on a limb, waving to passersby.