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Bookworm, if I remember right, you like cooking, don't you?
Oh, I like eating custard pies and chocolate sauce and marshmallow tart.
You don't eat all that, do you?
No, I mean cooking not for eating.
Cooking not for eating?
What use is that?
Well, mud pies, things like that.
Mud pies?
Haven't you ever made a mud pie?
No.
Gazing up all the lovely squelchy mud and shaped it up into a pie?
No.
Oh, well you've really missed out on something.
But I'll tell you, the book I've brought you today is all about mud pies.
It's called Mud Pies and Other Recipes.
Other recipes?
Mud pies are bad enough.
What other dreadful things have they dreamt up?
How about sandwiches?
Oh, yummy.
You wouldn't mind one.
What sort?
Oh, sandwiches made of sand.
You could have beach sandwich or sandbox sandwich, desert sandwich, or there's, oh yes, quick
sandwich, very difficult and dangerous to gather.
Desert sandwich?
Yes.
It's an open sandwich bookworm.
Oh, that's great.
I think, is it covered with meat and tomato and lettuce and liver paste and things like
that?
No, not really.
You see, to serve it, you open your hand and you pour sand into the palm, like that.
Awful.
Not for eating.
No, not for eating bookworm, just for fun.
And we could have mud puddle soup.
How would you go for that?
It'd be better than real mud puddle soup, one would think.
How do you do that?
Well, what you do is you get all your dolls and you sit them around a good mud puddle
and let them tuck in.
Tuck in?
I haven't got any dolls, fortunately.
Well, haven't you got an old teddy?
Oh, my teddy's not old.
Oh, I see.
Anyway, it's a pretend feast.
Oh, pretend feast.
I've had those.
Oh, have you?
I've had marshmallow tart and chocolate sauce and custard pie.
Some for Teddy.
Don't eat it all myself.
Oh, I'm sure you don't, bookworm.
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