Joey, one of the team’s best guards the last two years, looked steadily down at his plate, and kept shovelling in the pancakes. As he wolfed down his fourth plate of pancakes, one of the male cheerleaders came by with another tall stack.
“Here, have some more, chow-boy!”
“Right, wimp,” Joey paused to say. “You’re just lucky I don’t break you in two!”
“You’d have to catch me first!”
Joey returned to his feeding, feeling better than he had in months. The crop failure had been hard on his family, and they’d all had to cut back and work harder - none more so than Joey, who had been be the biggest and strongest boy, bigger even than his father. But the work of trying to save the crop, and rebuild the barn after it burned down, had worn them all down. Joey was lighter than he’d been since junior high, what with everything. As he ate ravenously he was conscious that he’d have to soon let out the belt on his jeans again soon. Since he started this breakfast, he’d let out the belt twice - another three holes and he’d be back where he was two years ago. But he really wanted to get much bigger than that. 250 pounds at the start of grade 10 had been fine, but he has was facing grade 12, two inches taller, and only 210. Well, 210 before breakfast started - he was probably up 20, maybe 30 pounds so far. What with the farm and all, he was counting on a football scholarship, and he really wanted to grow to a good weight for the college scouts. He figured he should try for....
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