That Good Dinner (written by Universal Monk)
“Looks weird,” the little boy said as he poked it with a fork.
His mom rubbed his shoulders. “It’s just fish. Eat it.”
He took a bite. Then another. It tasted better than anything he could remember. Going hungry can do that to a person.
“Put your plate away, it’s time for bed.”
The next morning, the boy woke up to the sound of his mother crying.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?”
“We ate blowfish,” she said as she stroked his thick black hair. “But I must have cooked it too long. The poison must have disappeared. Now we’ll be hungry again.”
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