Sad Little Omelette

There once was a group of eggs that got together and said, "hey! Letls make an omelette today."
So they grabbed salt and pepper, and a few other spicey fellows and went to the house of Mr. Milk. They asked Mr. Milk if he was well enough to play.
"Hmm... yes, it seems I am still good to cook with today." So Mr. Milk, the eggs and the spices all went to Mr. Sausage and Mrs. Veggie's house. Mr. Sausage and Mrs Veggie sad they had to warm up a bit first but they would be glad to come along to make an omlelette.
After Mr. Sausage got a nice tan, and Mrs. Veggie softened up a bit, they went to the house of old man Skillet. Old Man Skillet was a little hot-headed but he loved when he could get the opportunity to cook. After hearing a knock on the door he opened it to find the egg kids, a group of spices, Mr. Milk, Mr Sausage, and Mrs. Veggie.
"Well! How y'all doin' this marnin? Looka like all ya'll in the mood for..." Old Man Skillet thought a moment. "An omelette!"
"Gee sir," said the eggs. "How did you know?"
"I've been cookin' for a long ol' time li'l chicken. I knows when there is an omelette to be made."
So the group got together and Old Man Skillet cooked them up good and counrty style. Mr. Bacon and Ms. Toast even managed to drop by to say hello.
But something happened with the cooking of the omelette that day. The eggs were too thin, and when Old Man Skillet went to fold them over, the eggs broke and Mr. Sausage and Mrs. Veggie started to spill out. That wouldn't be the end though. That poor old omelette had been managed to almost be scrambled. Maybe it was a little big for his britches... As for Mr. Skillet, he just loved teh opportunity to cook.

Moral of the story: Don't fuck up the omelette -.-