This challenge is inspired and initiated by Arlee Bird at Tossing It Out.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Jelly on the plate,
Jelly on the plate,
Jelly on the plate.
This skipping rhyme has a steady rhythm which helps the skipper to keep in time with the turning rope.
Why are frightened people sometimes described as ‘shaking like a jelly’? Jellies don’t quiver unless the dish or plate they’re on is shaken. I suppose the reference is to the involuntary shivering of both the terrified person and the inanimate jelly.
How would jellies react if they had feelings and knew they were going to be eaten? Would the first suspicion come as the gelatine had boiling water poured over it?
Here is a short report from an intelligent jelly. It comes to an abrupt halt as the jelly enters its final phase and can no longer communicate with the outside world.
I am a green jelly. Well, actually, I am a green jelly cube joined to other green jelly cubes in a 3 x 4 rectangle.
I have been removed from my packaging. This tells me that I am a lime jelly.
I have been placed in a metal dish with ridges and curves. I hear someone call this a ‘jelly mould’.
I see clouds of steam coming from the chimney of a water container. This is a kettle.
Boiling water is pouring onto my companions and me.
My fellow cubes and I are becoming one. Is this marriage?
We all speak with one voice now, indistinguishable from each other.
We are liquid and we smell delicious. We slop and slosh in the jelly mould.
After a while we can’t move so easily. We are becoming solid.
We are put into the refrigerator. It’s cold in here.
We are taken out and into the dining room.
Lots of little people are waiting for us.
We see ice-cream. Ice-cream is very cold and much more solid than us.
We are cut into smaller pieces and put on plates.
The little people shake the plates and we move around. We wobble. It’s fun.
We are joined by ice-cream. Brrr!!
A spoon comes down and scoops up a piece of us.
We enter a warm, dark place and begin to slide down, down, down . . .