Timmy Tibble couldn't believe his stroke of luck. It was a rather funny looking bug, but small. Lucky for him he'd seen it before he put his shoe on. He held it in a closed hand and all kinds of thoughts and ideas of what he could do with that bug came to mind. Then One really stood out above all the others. It could get him in trouble, but he could always blame it on his brother.
He and his brother were at DW's Birthday Party. There were people everywhere and lots of food. He'd never seen anyone eat a bug before. Timmy walked up to a table that had trays and plates of cake and sandwiches and pudding. He held up his closed fist, pondered for a moment, and made his decision. Opening up his hand and pinching the strange bug between the fingers of his other hand, he placed the Bug....
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