His mum is a spoon.
His dad is a fork.
And he’s a bit of both.
Spork sticks out. In his kitchen, spoons are spoons
and forks are forks. Mixing is uncommon.
Even though he tries to look more spoonish, and
then more forkish, Spork never gets chosen at
He seems destined to life in the drawer ... until one
day something arrives that doesn’t care about
cutlery customs. Will this be Spork’s chance to
finally find his way to the table?