Tomato season had come at last.
How the Monkey Twins loved tomatoes. They loved, loved, loved tomatoes. They begged to have them for every meal. For lunch they wanted tomato sandwiches.
"More, Grandpa Bear, more," begged the Monkey Twins. So patient Grandpa Bear made fried tomatoes for breakfast.
"More, Grandpa Bear, more!" begged the Monkey Twins. So Grandpa Bear made tomato burritos for lunch.
"More, Grandpa Bear, more!" begged the Monkey Twins. So Grandpa Bear made tomato slices with mozzarella, basil, and a drizzle of olive oil for snack.
"More, Grandpa Bear, more," begged the Monkey Twins. So Grandpa Bear made tomato pizza for dinner. And so it continued for days on end....tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes. They never seemed to get tired of them.
But Grandpa Bear was running out of ideas. So one day for breakfast he gave the Monkey Twins toast with tomato sauce spread on top. It was all he could think of. The Monkey Twins quietly stared at their breakfast.
Pippo whispered in Pazzo's ear.
Pazzo turned to Grandpa Bear.
"No more, Grandpa Bear, no more," he said. "We're tired of tomatoes. No more tomatoes, ever, ever, ever."
Grandpa Bear was relieved. He was tired of tomatoes, too, and tired of thinking of new ways to fix them. He hoped the Monkey Twins wouldn't have any more food fads, ever, ever, ever. Anyway, tomato season would be over soon...
and corn season would be beginning. How the Monkey Twins loved corn.....
Copyright 2009, Elizabeth F. Curtin