The Boy who Loved to Eat.


There was a little boy named Billy who loved to eat. Every morning he would jump out of bed and head straight to the kitchen. Billy would open the refrigerator door and serve himself some milk. He would then get on top of a stool and take out the peanut butter. He would take out the jelly and begin to make his daily peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

First he would spread some jelly on one piece of bread, then he would take the other piece of bread and spread some peanut butter on it. He knew how to make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He would take a small plate and put his sandwich on it.
Sitting at the table, Billy would begin to take big bites of his scrumptious sandwich. Using both hands he would close his eyes and begin to eat his sandwich. Bite after bite, he would close his eyes. It looked like if he was still dreaming, but he wasn't. After he finished the last bite he would drink all of his milk, put his dishes in the sink, and get dressed for school.

One morning, he opened his eyes, jumped out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. He served himself some milk, and headed for the cupboard to get the peanut butter and jelly. He looked everywhere for the peanut butter and couldn't find it. He looked on top of the cupboard, on the bottom, in the middle. NO PEANUT BUTTER!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he yelled putting his hands over his head.
His mother and brother came running into the kitchen, "What's the matter?" They both cried.
"There's no more peanut butter, he yelled."

                                                                                                    By:  Rebecca Robles