STUDENT ANTHOLOGIES EXCERPTS
 Eamon
Doyle’s “Potatoes from Heaven”
in Dream Catching: Stories of Dreams and Daydreams by San Francisco
Youth
Once
upon a time, Eamon was walking down the street to go get something
to eat. He looked up at the sky and suddenly saw a strange-looking
object falling from it. He jumped back to avoid it and the realized,
once it hit the ground, that it was a potato. To be specific, it
was a large, yellow potato, and it looked perfectly safe to eat.
Suddenly,
the clouds in the sky became an ugly, grayish color, and Eamon heard
what he thought was a crash of thunder. Since he had just left his
house and was on his own block, Eamon quickly ran to his house for
shelter, forgetting all about the potato.
About
five minutes later, he walked out of his house again, seeing that
the brief storm had subsided. His mouth fell agape as he saw the
delicious aftermath of the storm.
“Potatoes,
potatoes everywhere!” he cried joyfully. Looking around, he
saw potatoes flooding the entire block.
The
street, full of potatoes, looked like a multicolored sea of brown,
red, yellow, and green shapes. It would resemble on of those playhouse
rooms full of plastic balls if it didn’t go up 30 feet in the
air and stretch across a city block. It smelled like a fresh day
and a growing garden, albeit an enormous garden. It made no real
sound, but it felt smooth and round…
Eamon
said, “I’m going to be rich!”
The
voice of Eamon’s inner-self cried, “Don’t go crazy!”
“No,
I’m going to seize the moment!”
“Okay,
but calm down!"
“All
right, all right!”
“Maybe
you should share the potatoes…”
“No!”
Eamon cried. “Forget you, stupid inner-self. I’m going
to be rich!”
“Very
well, but you will live to regret it!”
....
After that, Eamon quickly became a multi-millionaire. Within 12
months, he had sold more potatoes and potato products than the entire
state of Idaho…A chain of Eamon’s Potato Restaurants popped
up around the country. Eamon soon became known as the Potato King.
In fact, he had just found the first fallen potatoes.
Meanwhile,
the nation’s top scientists were trying to figure out what
could have caused the massive potato flood. It took nearly a decade,
but they finally eliminated all possibilities but one. The scientists,
along with three of the nation’s most famous theologians rang
the doorbell to Eamon’s mansion. Seeing who it was, Eamon let
them in.
“So,
any progress?” asked Eamon.
“I’m
afraid so,” answered one of the scientists. “We think
we know what the cause of your terrific fortune was.”
“And?”
“Well,”
said a priest, “we believe that God threw all the potatoes
down from heaven because in heaven, they don’t like potatoes.”
Eamon
looked at the six men and screamed, “Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!”
The
inspiration for this story was that I really, really love potatoes,
and I once had a short daydream about potatoes falling from the
sky. I turned that daydream into this story.
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