So, Mom and I were at the store getting Easter candy. I was going “humhumHUMhum” about numerous things, such as teddy bears wearing bunny suits. Then we came to the Peeps.
Rows and rows of perfectly identical yellow marshmallow birds, their thin beaks uniformly curled, their black eyes beady and small, their soft foreheads pressed against the cellophane wrap.
I picked up a box. “Let us out, let us out!” I did my best little birdy voice and made them rock back and forth in their rows. And as I gazed on them, I felt bad for them.
They’re marshmallows. Obviously marhsmallows, even if they’re shaped as birds, are not alive. But I tell you! The Peeps! They were looking at me! And also, they’re kind of cute. They’re like pigoens in an old-fashioned pigeon coop. But it’s pretty sad seeing them with their heads pressed against the plastic like that. Off to be eaten.
Therefore, I hereby found P.E.E.P., or People for the Ethical Egress of Peeps. Our motto is: If you love something (such as yellow marshmallow birds), set it free.
We must free the Peeps, peeps!!!