Don't Eat Your Dinner!
Part Three

    The walls collapsed. Grass covered the floor. A tree stretched through the table. A dense forest surrounded Jamie.
    Bored, Jamie curled over his dinner in a deep sleep.
     Dust and leaves fell on his back. Jamie...buried in rubble...slept.

    One day a museum keeper explored the dense forest. "I hope we get something special here," he sighed, "No one comes to my museum anymore."
    The museum keeper looked ahead and saw a big hairy thing bent over a table. "Well jumpin' dinosaur bones!" he shouted. "A caveman! And look! His dinner is still here!" "Dust him off!" he ordered his helpers. But dusting made Jamie's nose itchy and he sneezed, "Ah-Chou!"
    They all looked at each other, and stuttered, "Did you just sneeze?"
    "Ah-Chou," said Jamie, sitting up. "I must have fallen asleep."
    Everyone screamed and ran for their life.
    Jamie yelled, "I'm not a caveman! I'm Jamie and I have to sit here till I eat my dinner."

    Realizing Jamie was alive, the museum keeper came back and listened to his story.
    "That's wonderful!" he exclaimed. "I'll put you on display. People will love you".
    And sure enough, the crowds loved Jamie. "Wow!" they shouted, "I'll bet he hasn't eaten his dinner for one hundred years."      That's all people ever said and Jamie got sick of listening. He began to think. "What did meatloaf actually taste like?"

     He picked up his spoon. The crowds yelled, "Don't do it!"
     But Jamie, more stubborn than a mule, clenched his fists and yelled, "I'll eat my dinner if I want to!"
    The museum keeper pleaded, "Don't eat your dinner! No one will come to my museum anymore!"
    However no one could change Jamie's mind. He opened his mouth and plopped in the meatloaf.
     Everyone gasped! There was silence as he chewed: "Mmmmm...good! Mmmmm...scrumptious! Mmmmm...delectable!"
...and THEN what happened was THIS


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