So Richie tried his best to run.   As you can imagine, it was not easy to run being a large, mouth-watering french fry.

After all, french fries are not known for their speed and agility.  

Richie didn’t know what to do. The mob was getting closer. He could hear the clanging of their silvery knives and forks.  

“We’re going to eat you, you delicious potato,” said someone in the mob.  

“I’m going to savor your golden-fried flavor,” said another.