My name is Flat Steven. It used to be just "Steven," but it all changed in one fateful trip to the grocery store. My story doesn't start with any extraordinary event. It was simply a normal day at my house. It was Saturday, and Saturday is grocery day in the Smith house. I love going to the grocery store, or used to love it, anyway. I liked going with my mom, because every time I went, I got a balloon and a cookie from the store. So, we went to the store. The day was still pretty normal. I got my balloon, and it just so happened to be my favorite color, which is orange. I even got a chocolate chip cookie with extra chocolate chips. No one told me this, I could just tell. We left the store and I was the happiest 3 dimensional Steven on planet Earth. We got home, and being the good son that I am, I always help my mom bring the groceries from the car. Until this day, I thought that I was the most excellent grocery carrier in the world. I could carry 5 bags on each arm, even if there was a milk jug in one of the bags! (That's pretty strong, because milk is very heavy, if you ask me.) I carried in the groceries like the strongest Steven I could be, and I even decided to put some groceries away to be extra helpful to mom. (Actually, I was really trying to be extra good because the new Flat Stanley book was coming out, and I REALLY wanted mom to buy it for me.) I put away the milk. I put away the broccoli (even though it grossed me out). I was feeling really good about taking the extra step to help out when I picked up the last grocery bag. It just so happened to have apples AND oranges. Normally, the grocery bag man at the store puts apples in one bag, and oranges in a separate bag. However, that day, he was sick. A new grocery bag man was there, and put them all together in one bag. I tell you this, because this bag was not normally this full. I began to lift the bag above my head towards the counter, and as I lifted it, I saw that there was a small tear in the bottom of this overflowing bag of fruit. In the blink of an eye, the tear in the bottom of the bag grew large enough that apples and oranges started pouring out onto me! I tried to catch them before they hit the floor, but I'm no circus juggler. They started falling onto me faster and faster, and the next thing I knew, I was FLAT. The weight of the many apples and oranges were too much for me, and squished me like a pancake! My mom came rushing in (a little too late, if you ask me), and she pulled me from under the pile of produce. I was completely flat. One dimensional. A pancake. A piece of paper. No longer Steven, but a Flat Steven. Instead of being ashamed of my new form, I decided to embrace my flatness. I decided to go out into the world as Flat Steven.
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