“Eat up your greens. They’ll do you good.” “But Dad, please Dad. They taste like wood.” “Like wood” shrieks Dad. “How would you know?” “I had a bite out the door below.”
“The door!” yells Dad. “It’s not all there. What will Mum say? She will despair.” “Mum” said boy “Will be okay, as she has some as well each day!”