The mixer lost its attachment.
"Without my mixer, I am paralyzed," said the heartbroken little attachment.
"I am not beautiful enough to be ornamental,
And without my mixer,
I am so sad that I cannot even stand up."
The cookie dough said,
"I will support you, until you feel stronger."
The bowl said,
"I will hold you, until you are not so sad."
Just then, a voice said,
"Where do you think you're going, you little rascal?" and clicked the attachment back into place.
Reunited with its beloved mixer,
It began spinning happily again,
Doing what it was always meant to do--
Stirring up sweet things.