An Anorectic Girl

There was once a little girl who was an elementary school student. She hated everything she was offered to eat. She hated turkey, she complained it was too dry. She hated corn, she said it needed too much chewing, and the pieces stuck between her teeth and cause them to decay. She hated potatoes, they were too soft. She hated peas, they rolled right off her fork. Moreover, she hated beef, hated dairy products, hated hot dogs, hated chicken and hated fish. She hated all the major food groups, and even hated some of the minor ones, saying they were hard to digest!

She hated pizza, she said it was too cold. She hated soup, that was always too hot. She hated biscuits, they were too hard, and hated pudding, that was too soft. She hated potato chips, she said they were too loud when she bit down on them. And she also hated ice-cream, that was too cold and hurt her teeth!

Well, as she didn’t get sufficient protein in her food, the little girl got skinnier and skinnier. She hardly ate anything! The days went by and she wouldn’t mend her wasys, Finally, in desperation, one day her mom told her she couldn’t eat anything. Not the steaming piles of scrambled eggs and delicious, crispy bacon and ham for breakfast. Not the turkey sandwiches, piled hight with tomatoes, and cheese for lunch. Not the chicken, pork and crushed potatoes her mother made for dinner, Not the noodles with peppers, garlic and sausages spread on them. Her mom wouldn’t let her eat any of it. She got skinnier and skinnier, and the very next day it was Thanksgiving!

The next morning the little girl got up and watched her mom and family get ready for Thanksgiving dinner. By that afternoon the table was all set. There was a beautiful turkey, all golden brown and ready to be eaten. There were bowls and bowls of vegetables, potatoes, onions and carrots and peas and cabbages. There were three kinds of salads, and flour rolls and butter, and homemade, delicious smelling apple pies and pumpkin pies, with ice-cream to put on top.

But her mother wouldn’t let her have one bite. The little girl was confined to her room until all the rest of the family were finished. They all ate their huge Thanksgiving dinner, and all the dishes were finally washed up and everything was put away, and everyone went to sleep, all full of delicious food and wonderful memories.

When the house was all still and quiet, and everybody was in bed, the little girl licked her lips and crept slowly down the staircase. She quietly took the remaining turkey out of its wrapping, and piled a big plate high with the remaining potatoes, turkey, and vegetables. She took three heaping scoops of two different salads, and three or four rolls and butter.

She sat down and hungrily ate every single bite. Then she helped herself to the remaining pumpkin pie, since the apple pie was long gone. She ate every bite until she was completely full. Then she quietly cleaned everything up, put everything away, went to bed, and never ever complained about her food again.

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