Ransom For a Child Sherlock was home alone. He was only five and he was home alone. He had locked the doors, and the windows, and had turned off the burners. He was in his family’s dining room, eating cold soup out of a can. He was scared to touch the burners, because he had already burned his hand once, and he was to short to reach the bowls, so there he was, eating cold chicken noodle soup out of an can.
“We were walking by when we smelled the porridge you were cooking, and we couldn’t help ourselves. We figured you wouldn’t mind if we stopped to have a bowl.” “Well you scared me!” yelled Goldilocks, “And I do mind when strangers come into my house and eat my porridge while I’m not home!” “We’re really sorry!” Baby Bear declared, “We didn’t think you’d be mad.” “You broke into my house and ate my porridge!” She exclaimed. “I think we should go,” said Mama Bear, “My porridge was too hot anyways.” “Yeah! My porridge was too cold! Sorry to bother you Goldilocks.” snapped Papa Bear.
The merchant looks around the house and when he finds no one, he eats the meal. Then since he is weary from his trip he spends the night in the house, the next morning he is served breakfast but again no one shows. So he leaves the castle. On his way out he passed a garden filled with roses and he went to pick one, this is when the beast appeared. He said that the merchant was ungrateful because not only did the beast give him shelter, he gave him food.
Nolan raised his brows, “What do you mean?” “You’re not uptight. You act like a person.” She laughed, and looked at him, noticing his smirk. “Well believe it or not, I’m not as widely welcomed amongst the Hampton community. They’ve hidden all their initiation cards to their inner circles.” “Whenever we’d come to the beach, mom and I would make a bon fire, and cook s’mores. “ Becca laughed, “Mom’s terrible with a stove, her definition of cooked is when the food is charred black.” “She’s not too good with a stove.” Nolan added, “she burned our Christmas dinner once, the entire apartment building was furious.
After the conversation, the father and the boy go inside where the boy’s mother prepared dinner. The father, the mother, the boy, and three younger children eat together. It is windy after dinner, so the father goes hunt by himself without Sounder and the boy. The mother then shells kernels of walnuts for extra money for the rest of the evening. The boy, with nothing to do, starts dreaming about the Bible’s story his mother often tells him.
When your dad heard about Katherine, he forgot about dinner and wanted to get over here to be with you guys.” “I’m not the cook Marlene is, considering what she is going through, I won’t ask her to prepare something, but Mom, if you’ll help me, we can make something for us,” Jerry said ready to go the kitchen. “Come on son, I’ll help you,” Margaret said, following Jerry in the kitchen. “Guess we should’ve ordered Pizza, but it’s too late now,” Andrew said. Marlene wept as she and Andrew shared memories of happier times with Katherine. Entering the living room Jerry carried a tray filled with sandwiches, chips, and baked beans he and has prepared.
“Honey, come down for breakfast” screamed a frustrated mother. “I’ll be down in a minute,” screamed Dave, while putting on his favorite red jacket and Philadelphia Phillies red cap while turning off the computer. He then grabbed his tablet and headed downstairs to eat breakfast. “Boy, leave that” his father said as he pointed to the tablet “and eat without out looking at that damn screen for once.” “But dad, I’m just posting a picture of the amazing breakfast mom made for us.” “Now, why would anyone want to see what you are eating? It’s just food.” “Dad, you wouldn’t understand” Dave said as he rolled his eyes and scrolled through the Facebook feed.
…::...::... For once, Butters was actually looking forward to a Saturday night. He ate dinner as quickly as possible without getting grounded (shoving food into your face was rude and didn't allow for proper digestion, a groundable offense) and tried to act casual until it was time to go to bed. It wasn't easy. Butters’s heart was pounding so hard he was almost sure his parents could hear it, but Linda and Stephen paid him about as much attention as they always did, which is to say, none. It seemed like the only time his parents ever really even looked at him was when he was doing something wrong.
Mr Jones did good dinners, but the rap caught on and a long snake of chanting children wound its way about the playground with Fasial at its head. Umar did not join and hoped Mr Jones wouldn’t hear it. On Friday after school, Fasial and some of his friends practised the rap and they were meant to chant the rap again at break on Monday, but at the end of the morning assembly, the principal had bad news and he said, ‘I’m sorry to have to tell you all that Mr Jones was ill over the weekend and will not be attending for a few days to cook dinner’. After the news, some of the students grinned and pushed one another. Fasial whispered into Umars ear, ‘he must’ve eaten some of that shepherds pie.’ Umar jabbed Fasial with his elbow.
The lunch rush on Monday was quite slow, But Pudding Man knew not what to do. So he shut down his shop and put on his shoe And walked right home and started to nap, He fell asleep quick, unlike dripping maple sap. All of a sudden something made him scream, Was it a seizure, no it was just a dream. The dream inspired him to rethink his life Should he shut down his shop or kill himself with a knife? No, Pudding Man thought to himself, Just remodel the shop and add some new shelves.