I'm Hungry

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Food is such an amazing thing. As a fresh bite of hamburger or a nice, cold ice cream runs down my throat, The taste is beyond delectable. Most people eat to live, but sometimes I think I live to eat. Its just so great having the flavor fly on my tongue after a long day's work. Infact, I'm hungry right now, but that is beside the point. My point is to let everyone know that too much food can be a bad thing, and will only leave you with a tummy-ache.2

Ok, it all started at school. Mr. Bob was yappin' about some sort of math thing. I didn't care though, because I was hungry.3

I tried my best to pay attention. Really, I did. I just kept falling off track. First, I was thinking about Bob. Isn't Bob an hilarious name? And the name even rhymes with a whole lot of things. "Job, mob, knob, cob." COB? I want some corn on the cob... And there it was again. FOOD. I just could not focus.4

The thoughts came more and more at a time now. "Pizza tastes good! I like cookies! Yummy french fries!" It was out of control. Trust me, if it wasn't out of control, and control were still here, I'd probably try to eat it!5

And then the most psyhotic thing ever happened. Mr. Bob started giving out candy to all the students who passed their exams. Trust me, now I was focused... Sadly, I failed that stupid exam. No candy for me...6

When he finished passing the food out, I became very angry. I also became even more hungry. The urge to grab a candy from the basket was so strong. Here it was, food being more important than even politeness! But I didn't care... I literally dove into the candy basket and started shoving the tasty treats in my mouth - Some still had wrappers on. Heck, even they tasted good.7

The whole room, full of students, was staring at me. Each child with wide, blank eyes. Their mouths were hanging wide open. I then heard Mr. Bob yell at me as he picked up a detention form. I had to think fast... so I uhhh... I ran out of the classroom. Thoughts were spinning around in my mind. "What did I just do? What's going to happen to me? Food! Food! FOOD!"8

I started trotting down the hallway and soon realized that I had forgotten something. I dashed back into the classroom, scared everyone, grabbed the candy basket, and hopped back out.9

It wasn't long until they caught me. It took a net and some pasta... (those tricky teachers used bait for me!) Anyhow, they called my parents and we had a huge discussion in the office. They wanted me to make a pact with them. It was hilarious! I couldn't believe how they wrote it on paper and everything.10

It talked about food, sugar problems, scaring the lives out of students and teachers, etc... Without choice, I finally signed it. Things started getting a little better instantly. Infact LOTS better. They agreed that it was best to allow me to eat candy in classes to control my urges... I even got that corn on the cob I had wanted.11

Of course, there were punishments as well. Chores, detentions, you name it and I got it.12

We are what we eat, and I sure was full of something. Yeah... uhhh... basically what I'm trying to say is... uh... let this be a warning to you. Food can be dangerous. Watch what you eat before it takes a bite out of you.13