The museum keeper held his head low. There were tears. People complained, "Give our money back! Who wants to see a boy who eats his dinner?"
    The news spread and everyone heard about Jamie. Even his mother who instantly zoomed over in an ambulance.

     Slowly pushing herself in a wheelchair, she took a bowl of coconuts off her lap and gave it to Jamie.
    Jamie smiled, "Mom! Aren't you proud of me? I ate my meatloaf!"
    "I'm glad you ate your meatloaf," she nodded, "Now eat your dessert!"
     Jamie, looking at the coconuts, remembered how hairy they were. He grit his teeth, clenched his fist and scowled, "Yuck! I'm not going to eat this!"

     The nurses pushed her wheelchair up a ramp. They lifted her from the wheelchair and stood her on a chair.
     Looking Jamie straight in the eye, she snapped, "You...can...sit...there...till...you... eat...your...dessert!"
     Everyone remained silent, their eyes glued on Jamie. He picked up his spoon...then threw it to the floor.
    Clenching his fist he yelled, "Yuck! I'm never going to eat this!"