A baby and his bread

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And so begins the tale of a boy and his bread. There once was a little boy who really liked to eat, but he especially coveted the foods his Mommy and Daddy ate. Sometimes Mommy would give him a little bite of her food, but what he really wanted was his very own piece of bread.


One day, he was lucky enough to be given the biggest piece of bread he had ever seen!


This made him very happy.


This piece of bread was so large, it was difficult to bite into.


So, Mommy let him take the bread with him for a little while once it was time to leave the dinner table. Mommy explained however, that soon it would be time to get ready for bed and he would have to give up his bread.


"Oh, no, not my precious, precious bread!" Giggled the little boy.


"Well, allright, you can have it for a little longer, but its time to get ready for your bath." said his Mommy.
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