Keepsakes are reserved for potatoes that survive. Better luck next spud.
Their story
scenario
The Dirt Divorce
Tiny Compostini has been brutally evicted from the warm, dark embrace of the soil by a steel shovel. You are currently staring into the sun with six unblinking eyes while a Golden Retriever considers whether you are food or a ball. The vibe is rancid but the starch is holding strong.
roll
Roll Down the Hill
A flawless roll. Rocks and rabbits bowed as they whizzed by.
scenario
The Culinary Interrogation
Tiny Compostini has rolled directly into a discarded picnic basket, landing face-first in a bowl of lukewarm artisanal aioli. A toddler with sticky fingers and zero mercy stares through your six eyes, contemplating your structural integrity. The garlic fumes are melting your skin, but your vibe is surprisingly spicy. You can hear a deep-fryer humming in the distance like a siren song of certain death.
peeler
Dodge the Peeler
Not a scratch. Danced through the chaos like a legend.