A loud knock on the door stirred the professor, “uh, Professor Jenkins! Professor Jenkins!” called a voice.He stood up and put his glasses on, he smoothed down his gray greasy hair and opened the door. “Professor Jenkins! Oh good your awake! Look at this new fangled contraption the silversmith made!” the small boy held up a strange looking piece of silver. It had a stalk, and a bowl like top. The professor ripped it from the boys hand, “hmmm..And why do you bring it here at this hour boy?” he asked, his glasses sliding down his nose.“uh, so you could name it, sir..” he said, recoiling slightly. “well, I’ll have to think on that.. come back in a week..” with that he slammed the door.

A year later:

“PROFESSOR JENKINS HAS NAMED THE PIECE OF SILVER!” yelled the mayor of the large town. The professor stood at a small wooden podium, and announced proudly, “We shall call it.. SPOON!!!!!!!!!!” and the town went wild.

But why in the name of great mushrooms did he call it SPOON?