• "No. No no, you don't get it! I can't cook!" A panicked young girl howled and grabbed onto her husband's coat, groveling before him.
    "Don't worry, I'm sure you can!" He cooed. He patted her on the head and pulled on his overcoat. He opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.

    The young lady was named Melinda. She couldn't cook. She was a newlywed. She was cooked liked a piece of meat. Well, if she could cook meat. Melinda glared at the door. "Curse the person whoever though of cooking." She growled and got up off her knees.

    Melinda headed toward the kitchen, dragging her feet behind her. She entered the pleasent soft yellow kitchen. She narrowed her eyes and cursed.
    "I hate this kitchen for being cute."

    Melinda walked over to the stove cautiously. She put a giant pasta pan on top of the burner. She narrowed her eyes again and turned on the burner. A huge flame shot up and licked the sides of the pan.

    Melinda sighed. "Oh good. It didn't blow anything up." She went over to the side cabinet and opened both doors. She found a small box of spagetti. She grabbed it and opened it up.

    She walked back over to the pan and dumped it all in. Stiff peices of spagetti stuck out from the top. "Easily fixable." Melinda murmured and slammed the lid of the top. The pieces fell away.

    She strutted over to the refridgerator, feeling more confident then before. Melinda reached in a grabbed a jar of spagetti sauce and opened it up. Then marched back, opened the smoking spagetti pan and dumped the entire glass jar in.

    Melinda sighed. "Much easier then everyone makes it seem." She gleefully preened. Then she smelled smoke. The curtain had caught on fire from the high burner flame. Melinda screamed and tried batting it out with a wooden spoon.

    She screeched as the spoon caught on fire. The doorbell rang. Melinda quickly dumped the spoon in the sink. She ran over to the front of the house and retched the door open.

    Her husband came in. "Turns out everybody canceled to watch a football game." He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Then he sniffed the air. Just as he was about to say something, water rained down from the ceiling, caused by the fire alarm, which had just gone off.

    He looked over at Melinda. She didn't say anything as he walked towards the kitchen. When he was gone, she pumped her arms. Now, never again would she cook. Whisteling she followed her husband.