Tommy sat at the table, not eating. He poked at his peas.
“Try them,” Mom said.
“No!” Tommy crossed his arms.
“They’re good for you.”
“Two bites, Tommy.”
Mom shook her head.
“If you eat them, something good will happen,” his brother Sam promised.
“Never!” Tommy yelled.
“Sam, just stay out of it,” Mom said.
“But something good will happen. If you eat all your vegetables, you die!”
“Samuel!” Mom scolded.
But Sam kept talking. “No, it’s true.”
Mom did not look happy, but Tommy was listening.
“See, once there was a little boy named Josh. He hated carrots. He would not eat them. Day after day his mom would make carrots, but Josh would not eat them. He would not even try a bite. They were too gross.” Sam made a face. So did Tommy.
“Then one day his mom said, ‘You are not leaving this table until you eat all your vegetables!’ Josh sat there a long time.
“A very long time. A very very long time.
“He sat there so long and he got so hungry. At last, when no one was looking, he tried a bite of carrots.”
“They were a little too crunchy. But he was hungry so he took another bite.
“And another. And another.
“Until they were all gone! And then – poof! – Josh was gone, too.”
“Where did he go?” Tommy asked.
“He died? Really died died?”
“Yep.” Sam nodded.
“I knew it!” Tommy shouted.
“Oh, but then he woke up.” Sam said.
“And he was somewhere else. And his room was covered in candy.
“The floor was made of gumdrops. The walls were made of jelly beans. The door was a big cookie, and the window was really jello.”
Tommy’s mouth fell open.
“There were more kids in other rooms, too. And there was only chocolate milk to drink. Cotton candy for breakfast and candy bars for lunch.
“And no vegetables! No vegetables at all!”
“Wow!” Tommy grinned. Sam grinned back.
Then Tommy took a bite of his peas.
Sam looked at Mom and winked.
When I saw this prompt all I could think of was a children’s story book. A picture book. And then I thought of my little boy trying to trick his siblings. (Not that my sweet, innocent child would ever do such a thing – *cough* cough*.) And this is the result.
Also – he is totally going to be my test reader for this. I think I worded it at about his level. 🙂
This story was by Helen Mast, Jon’s Bride. It’s a book she really shouldn’t write, though.