Well, maybe this story is a "stinker" too, but it was fun to write!
Here's an excerpt:
One day, the bag was bought.
What’s more, it was bought for a party.
That was the best end the pretzels could imagine.
No growing stale in a cupboard.
No being scarfed down in one night by one hungry person.
No going five at a time into a school lunch day after day.
At a party, there would be other snacks to compete against.
At a party, there would be dozens of eaters, picking and choosing.
At a party, there would be dips.
This was the Big Time.
And Rod was going to miss it.