Wiggling Noodles

It's late at night. It's cold. I think "A nice warm cup of soup would go down well this evening". I go out to the kitchen, put the jug on and open the cupboard. Looking for soup I find a packet of chicken noodle soup. Opening the packet, I dump it's contents into a mug. "That's weird" I think to myself, "It's come out all clumped". Reaching for the jug, I take a look into the mug I have in front of me. "Are those noodles moving?" I ask myself. I take a closer look. "Yep - those noodles are moving alright".

I didn't have my cup of soup after all...