Coco and the Frigiscare

Frigis­care

Obses­sion has caused the down­fall of kings and cer­tainly a seven year old boy is no match for its over­whelm­ing power. Coco is an only child who lives in an upscale apart­ment build­ing in Chicago, over­look­ing the river as it wan­ders its way through the windy city. His favorite room in the expan­sive pent­house is the kitchen and his favorite appli­ance is the Frigidaire refrig­er­a­tor. Sadly, one might say this cold white tower with its com­fort­ing hum, was his only friend. Coco was very very over­weight and all day long he thought about what lus­cious gifts his friend might have for him when he got home from school.

Over time the after school snack­ing wasn’t enough and Coco began get­ting up in the mid­dle of the night to raid the frig. The objects of con­sump­tion were always the same, soft ice cream and Cool-wip. Unfor­tu­nately one night Coco mis­took a tub of yogurt for Cool-wip, YUK, he quickly put the yogurt back and began eat­ing the Cool-wip using the same spoon.

Frigis­care

As Arnold would say “BIG MISTAKE”. He pushed the half empty tub of Cool-wip, now con­t­a­m­i­nated with the yogurt cul­ture, to the very back of the frig behind some jars of pick­les and stuff no one liked very much. For weeks the tub sat for­got­ten like some char­ac­ter in a Kafka novel. A meta­mor­pho­sis was tak­ing place. The yogurt cul­ture thrived in the sweet envi­ron­ment of the white muck. It grew and grew spilling out of the con­fine­ment of its con­tainer cov­er­ing more and more of the pick­les and stuff hid­den in the back till one night when Coco came down in the dark­ness and opened the frig door it spilled out and enveloped him, the fridg, and every­thing else in the kitchen, before spilling out the win­dows and down the side of the build­ing to the dark­ened streets of an unsus­pect­ing city.

Not the end.

*(Coco is liv­ing proof that Frank Zappa was right on when he said “you are what you eat”)