Once upon a time there was a brave little

Once upon a time there was a brave little boy named Smith that lived in a swamp with an ogre named George. They were great friends and they did many fun things together like...

terrorize the town folks. Smith, child of small stature, would walk into the village and call for help. George, ogre of large stature, would then jump out the bushes and yell,

"You puny Smithchild. Come here so I can beat you up." Smith, the child of small stature & burgeoning self confidence would say, "Why George, O Ogre of large stature and limited

arm movement, should I do that?". George was enraged. He charged at Smith intending to beat up the child. But Smith's arm movement was unlimited. Smith reached forth and slapped

the blue baby. It coughed up a swallowed Binky and regained its color. Smith held the child as it cried, and George fell to his knees, believing he had witnessed a miracle.

The binky was shortly followed by a splatter of vomit, which landed on Smith's shoulder. He sighed but continued bouncing the baby gently. George stood up and fetched paper towel.

"Thanks," Smith said,bouncing the baby a bit higher. "Shouldn't be too much longer." The baby laughed & cooed & gazed at Smith & George with such affection. Then: BUURRPed it up.

The key, covered mostly in baby formula and vomit, flew from the baby's mouth into Smith's eye bounced off and flew down George's gullet. Meanwhile a startled Smith had dropped the

other baby into the stew. What chaos! "If we get to cleaning this all up now do you think we'll do it in time before mum gets home?" George asked, picking the baby out of the pan

and salting it lightly. It would be a shame if we made all this effort to cook Baby Stew for our witch mother, only to leave her with the washing up.