[ WP ] During the first day of grade school , a sleeper agent 's activation code is spoken 20 years too early .

Today was a start. The beginning of school. One of the most memorable parts of a child's life. Golden morning rays shine selfishly through panes of glass. The shuffling of desks and chairs as they get settled in. A modest room, with a clock on the front wall, a teachers desk sitting observantly to a weathered chalk board. A warm face greets them, a new teacher, young and almost as excited on her first day as the children were for theirs. 
 
 However on this day, not everyone had such an innocent beginning. In a dark room filled with gear sat a man looking at a monitor. A smug tone to his attitude. `` Today'' the man said, `` Today is the start of the true world.'' A repeated phrase by a lesser man. The North Korean agent watches through cameras. Intelligence mission, to have a grasp of American life. A camera in a park, street corners, McDonalds, and one of a first grade class. 
 
 Such a class was now presenting what they had done that summer. A few Disneyland trips, grandparent visits, and one child, a child with a story so unusual to the rest. Nervous, he stepped up to the board. A memory goes through his mind, the first in his nervous shanty of a conscience. New parents, a new meal, A hasty and reckless explanation by an overworked parent, and the careless words of a young father was repeated boldly before this class. The meaning of soup in this young child's mind made to words and took of `` My mashed potatoes and gravy had a baby.'' 
 
 A release of gas canisters, somewhere in the dark. The agent slumped over his keyboard. A casualty no more important than the rats living under this rural base to those who would n't find the body. All because of those christened words over a speaker, `` My mashed potatoes and gravy had a baby''. Meanwhile, the ripple of laughter subsided in the first grade class, the teacher had her first of many experiences which makes her remember why she became a teacher. A child oblivious as to how many lives he had just saved, with such a simple phrase... 
 
 My mashed potatoes and gravy, had a baby. 
 

