My elementary school sponsored a young authors' contest where every child would write an original story, and the best one from each grade was chosen by a panel of readers. The author of the winning story went to a day-long conference with the winners from all the other elementary schools in the district. Each student read their story, and a copy was even bound and placed in the school’s library. For three years my stories about an adventurous hermit crab were deemed tops. In my final year of elementary school I decided to break new ground and reveal a bit of my unconventional interest. I wrote a story about food with eyes. I didn’t win.
Now, for the first time since 1984, I give you “The Case of the Missing Doughboy:”
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In case it wasn't obvious (and I'm told it's not), the narrator is the enormous stalk of broccoli shown in two of the drawings. I guess I should have stuck with hermit crabs.