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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
The Hungry Dog

Emily sat at the table to eat her lunch. On her plate sat a glass of cold milk and a peanut butter and jam sandwich. Her dog, Sniffles, ran over to the table and put his paws on the edge. His mouth drooled for a bite of her sandwich. “Get down, Sniffles. You can’t eat my sandwich.  Go and have your dog food.”

Sniffles dropped to the floor. “I want a bite of her food. No, I want a steak; a big, juicy, rare steak with a bone in the middle. I want a t-bone.” He licked his lips and ran over to his dog dish. “I guess I’ll have to settle for this.” With grumbling thoughts he devoured his canned dog food.

Suppertime rolled around. Sniffles watched Emily head for the table. “Oh good. It’s suppertime. Maybe she’ll have steak and drop a few pieces on the floor for me.” He put his paws on the table and looked. “Not peanut butter and jam again! Does this girl ever eat meat? I want meat.”

Emily spread the peanut butter and jam on her bread. “I love peanut butter sandwiches.” She gobbled two whole sandwiches.

Sniffles ran off to eat his dog food again. The next morning Sniffles ran over to the table. “She might not have steak for breakfast, but she’ll have bacon and eggs. I’m so hungry.” When he jumped up for a look, he frowned. “Peanut butter sandwiches again?” 

“Oops!” Emily spilled the jar of peanut butter and it bumped into the jar of jam. Both spilled on the counter. The peanut butter was thick and sticky and stayed near the jar, but the jam spread all over the table.

Sniffles’ ears poked up. His tongue slinked across the table and he licked some of the jam up.  “Not bad.” He then licked the peanut butter. “This is quite good. No wonder Emily likes to eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches for every meal.” Once the table was cleaned, Sniffles ran over to his dog dish. “It wasn’t t-bone steak, but I liked it.” He finished off his dog food and lay down for a nap, dreaming of steak smothered in jam and peanut butter.

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