Eating soup is my favorite pastime.
The fun slurping noise as your sip the soup.
Down it goes, hot and filling.
A hair rises to the surface of the soup.
Disgusted, you try to pluck it out with your fingers.
The hair is a lot harder to get out than you thought.
Your fingers have turned into your entire hand tugging at the hair.
It still won’t budge and your soup is getting cold.
You tug harder at the hair using two hands.
Finally at last the hair budges.
A small boy no younger than 9 pops out of your soup.
You stand in disbelief.
A boy? In your soup? Preposterous.