Meatball Mush

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed...

Poor little meatball. 

What'd he ever do to anyone anyway?  Sittin' on the top of his world, minding his own meatball and spaghetti business when suddenly... 

"Ahchoo!" 

He's completely blindsided by a nasty blast of someone's sneeze! 

And, if that's not enough, he gets knocked off his horse, (well, pasta platter) and rolls right out of his comfort zone.  First the table, then the floor and, who knows why nobody stopped and helped the poor fellow, but he rolls right out the door!  How much more vulnerable and out of your element can you get?!

What downward momentum he must have had because he didn't stop there.  His humbling continues as he journeys into the garden and of all places under a bush where no one could see him and he could very well be forgotten about altogether.  What a personal dilemma and place of humiliation for the confused guy.  I can imagine after a moment of lying there as a pile of mush, that he may have been tempted to despair and give up on all hope of anything good to come from such a terrible thing.  

But, to his amazement, this was not the end of his story! 

Surprisingly, we are told that the 'mush was as tasty as tasty can be!"  His trial made him even more pleasing!  Imagine that!  And, after a year of hiding, the season changed and what was once a pile of mush became its own growing tree!  And, that tree grew amazing 'fruit' -- more meatballs and tomato sauce! 

So, if you're a meatball all covered in cheese, on top of your bowl of spaghetti.  Remember the journey of our poor little fellow and the good that came out of that sneeze!