Spork

Spork is neither spoon nor fork but, rather, a bit of both.

His (spoon) mother and (fork) father think he's perfect just the way he is.

Only, Spork stands out. All the other cutlery belongs with those like themselves, and they all have a specific purpose.

Spork tries fitting in with the spoons, and then with the forks, but he isn't quite enough like either.

Instead, he watches from the drawer at dinnertime as the others get to play with the food and then enjoy a nice warm bath in the sink.

But one morning, a messy thing arrives. A thing that has obviously never heard of cutlery customs or table manners.

Will Spork finally find his place at the table?