Don't Eat Your Dinner!
Part Two

     Jamie's toes popped out of his shoes. His chest exploded his shirt.     Jamie asked, "Can I have new clothes?...and something else to eat?"
     Hobbling over with a cane, his mom got up on a chair, looked him straight in the eye and said, "You sit...there...till...you...eat... your...dinner!"
     Jamie grit his teeth, clenched his fist and growled, "I will not eat my dinner!"

    Jamie's friends grew up. His school bus became old and rusty.
    Jamie's mom announced. "I'm getting too old to look after you. I'm moving to Oakridge Old People's Home where people can look after me, but don't move! You sit there till you eat your dinner!"
     The moon moved up, the moon moved down,
     The clock turned roun' and roun'
     Summers came and summers went And wow! . .
     Things became so different!

    Jamie had a beard, a hairy chest and very hairy legs.     He called to a passing policeman, "Please go to Oakridge Old People's Home and ask my mother if I could have something else to eat."
    "You look very hungry," replied the policeman, "I'll get her right away." ..........
     The policeman got his mom and explained, "Jamie is very hungry. He wants to have something else to eat. "     Jamie's mom didn't say a word but grit her teeth and clenched her fist. Slowly etching her way up the driveway, her wrinkled hands got out an old rusty key. She opened the front door, pushed away the cobwebs and shuffled into the kitchen. Shaking, she propped herself up on a chair, looked Jamie straight in the eye and said: "You sit.. there...till...you...eat...your...dinner!"
    Jamie grit his teeth, clenched his fist and scowled, "I will not eat my dinner!"

     The moon moved up, the moon moved down,
     The clock turned roun' and roun'
     Summers came and summers went
     "And wow! . . .Things became so different!
...and THEN what happened was THIS


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