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"Gather around kids, gather around" called the teacher, sitting in her brightly colored chair, waiting for all the children to form a semi-circle around the teacher, sitting and waiting patiently like good little girls and boys, "Its story time~" she chimed excitedly, waving the colorful book in her hands, giving the children a wide, friendly smile. The kids jumped in joy as they cheered for their favorite time of day. The teacher opens the book and began reading:

“The book is called ‘Pop Goes the Weasel,’ Oooooooooooooooooooh, let’s begin.

There once was a weasel and a skunk out enjoying the nice, lovely, sunny, bright day. Weasel and Skunk were very close friends and like to do everything together. They would walk together, talk together and adventure together and today was just like every other day.

But today was going to be a very different day. Instead of going down the usual route on their way home, Weasel decided that they should go down the infamous darker route, thinking that there might be some sort of adventure to find through this route. But little did they know that they will find something entirely different from what they’re expecting to find. The two friends walked down the dark road, looking ahead with adventure in their hearts and dare in their eyes. But the further they walked into the dark, creepy forest, the darker it got.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” asked Skunk, worried that her friend has lead her into trouble once again.

“You don’t find adventure by being sure,” Weasel answered, giving her best friend a big smile, and heading onward with confidence. “You also can’t find adventure on an empty stomach,” she added, ignoring the noises her tummy was making.

After some time walking in the dark, creepy forest, a smell began to fill the air. It was sweet and reminded them of their mother’s cooking. They followed the scent, enchanted by the magical, lovely smell of whatever food it came from. After following the smell for a few minutes, the two friends finally found the source of the delicious scent. On the windowsill of a brightly colored house, was a single, freshly baked pie. The friends’ mouth watered as they saw the delicious pie, approaching it with caution in case this was some sort of trap by a witch. As they got to the window, they got a view of the inside and their jaws dropped to the ground. Inside The house, pies were scattered everywhere, piling up on tables and counters and other windowsills around the house.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Weasel, mouth watering and eyes bulging.
“That this might be a trap by some evil witch?” asked Skunk.
“No… well, yeah. But I’m talking about eating all of these pies!”
“We can’t eat all these pies, it’s too much for us.”
“You can’t, but I can!”
“No, you can’t Weasel, you really can’t.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“No”
“Then I accept your challenge!”
“Please don’t”
“Too late!” Yelled Weasel from inside the house, holding a pie in each hand.
“Weasel, no! Don’t you dare!” Skunk warned but Weasel didn’t listen. She ate the two pies quickly and started eating all the pies in the house.

She ate the pies on the kitchen table, she ate the pies on kitchen counter, she ate the pies off the windowsill, and she ate the pies off the top of the oven. Wherever there was a pie left uneaten, Weasel would attack it and eat it. The more pies Weasel ate, the bigger her belly got. But no matter how big her belly got, or how much her friend begged her to stop, Weasel kept eating all the pies that she could find inside the house until she ate each and every one.

“Done,” said Weasel, sick to her stomach from all the pies she had eaten. After all those pies that she had eaten, her belly was huge, it had grown so big that it knocked down the kitchen table. She was so stuffed with pies that her innie had popped into an outie. She sat on the chair careful, to not crush it. Her belly made terrible noises, like wooden planks bending on an old pirate ship.

“Okay, you won,” said Skunk, watching her overstuffed friend from the window, “Can we go now?”

“Can I-Burp-rest here first. I don’t feel so good.” Said Weasel, looking green around the gills.

Suddenly ‘Ding!’ went the oven, and it open up to reveal a freshly baked pie.

“There’s one left,” said Weasel, reaching out for it, merely a few inches away.
“Weasel, no, you’ve had enough. I don’t think you can handle another,” warned Skunk, “Besides, you won! You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Your challenge was that I had to eat all the pies in the house.”
“Not my challenge.”
“So I have to honour the codes of the challenge.”
“Please don’t, you look like you might explode as you are.” Weasel’s belly gave another horrible noise, causing Weasel discomfort, somewhat proving Skunk’s point.
“I won’t explode!” said Weasel, stretching to reach the pie, having it almost within arm’s reach, “I’m going to prove to you that I… can… do it! Gotcha!”
“Weasel, please don’t do this, I’m begging you.” Begged Skunk one final time.

Weasel listened to her friend’s please, but in her hype to overcome a challenge, decided to ignore her and eat the pie, filling her belly with too much pie. She immediately felt the mistake of eating one more pie as the eaten contents inside her started to push against her already too stretched belly. The noises got worse and louder as it now sounded like wooden planks snapping under extreme pressure. Weasel felt the pressure within her build up from the too many pies she had eaten, and gave her belly rubs to try and ease the pain. She called out to her friend for help, “Skunk... you gotta help me... please! I feel like I’m going to... Explode!” she said.

“I’m sorry, Weasel,” said Skunk, “I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen to me. It’s too late now to ask for my help.” She looked at her friend disappointed, turning and walking away.

Weasel should have stopped when she had the chance, but because she didn’t listen to her friend and kept eating pies, her belly had grown so big that it went:

KABOOM!!

But from where Skunk was standing, all she could hear was a POP!

And to this day, if anyone asks what happens if a person eats too much, Skunk would tell them this story and ends with Pop went the Weasel.

The End.”

The teacher closed the book and looked at her students to find all of them horror-struck, their eyes wide and their mouths open, scarred of the story the teacher had just read to them. “So kids, what did we learn today?” the teacher asked them.

“Always listen to your friends?” asked a small girl, shaken up a bit.

“Almost,” the teacher responded, grinning wide, “The lesson is don’t eat stuff that isn’t yours. So quit eating my Jell-O cups, you brats!” The teacher yelled, dropping the book and huffing out of the classroom and towards the lounge, leaving the kids scarred and confused.

The End.

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"Gather around kids, gather around" called the teacher, sitting in her brightly colored chair, waiting for all the children to form a semi-circle around the teacher, sitting and waiting patiently like good little girls and boys, "Its story time~" she chimed excitedly, waving the colorful book in her hands, giving the children a wide, friendly smile. The kids jumped in joy as they cheered for their favorite time of day. The teacher opens the book and began reading:

“The book is called ‘Pop Goes the Weasel,’ Oooooooooooooooooooh, let’s begin.

There once was a weasel and a skunk out enjoying the nice, lovely, sunny, bright day. Weasel and Skunk were very close friends and like to do everything together. They would walk together, talk together and adventure together and today was just like every other day.

But today was going to be a very different day. Instead of going down the usual route on their way home, Weasel decided that they should go down the infamous darker route, thinking that there might be some sort of adventure to find through this route. But little did they know that they will find something entirely different from what they’re expecting to find. The two friends walked down the dark road, looking ahead with adventure in their hearts and dare in their eyes. But the further they walked into the dark, creepy forest, the darker it got.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” asked Skunk, worried that her friend has lead her into trouble once again.

“You don’t find adventure by being sure,” Weasel answered, giving her best friend a big smile, and heading onward with confidence. “You also can’t find adventure on an empty stomach,” she added, ignoring the noises her tummy was making.

After some time walking in the dark, creepy forest, a smell began to fill the air. It was sweet and reminded them of their mother’s cooking. They followed the scent, enchanted by the magical, lovely smell of whatever food it came from. After following the smell for a few minutes, the two friends finally found the source of the delicious scent. On the windowsill of a brightly colored house, was a single, freshly baked pie. The friends’ mouth watered as they saw the delicious pie, approaching it with caution in case this was some sort of trap by a witch. As they got to the window, they got a view of the inside and their jaws dropped to the ground. Inside The house, pies were scattered everywhere, piling up on tables and counters and other windowsills around the house.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Weasel, mouth watering and eyes bulging.
“That this might be a trap by some evil witch?” asked Skunk.
“No… well, yeah. But I’m talking about eating all of these pies!”
“We can’t eat all these pies, it’s too much for us.”
“You can’t, but I can!”
“No, you can’t Weasel, you really can’t.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“No”
“Then I accept your challenge!”
“Please don’t”
“Too late!” Yelled Weasel from inside the house, holding a pie in each hand.
“Weasel, no! Don’t you dare!” Skunk warned but Weasel didn’t listen. She ate the two pies quickly and started eating all the pies in the house.

She ate the pies on the kitchen table, she ate the pies on kitchen counter, she ate the pies off the windowsill, and she ate the pies off the top of the oven. Wherever there was a pie left uneaten, Weasel would attack it and eat it. The more pies Weasel ate, the bigger her belly got. But no matter how big her belly got, or how much her friend begged her to stop, Weasel kept eating all the pies that she could find inside the house until she ate each and every one.

“Done,” said Weasel, sick to her stomach from all the pies she had eaten. After all those pies that she had eaten, her belly was huge, it had grown so big that it knocked down the kitchen table. She was so stuffed with pies that her innie had popped into an outie. She sat on the chair careful, to not crush it. Her belly made terrible noises, like wooden planks bending on an old pirate ship.

“Okay, you won,” said Skunk, watching her overstuffed friend from the window, “Can we go now?”

“Can I-Burp-rest here first. I don’t feel so good.” Said Weasel, looking green around the gills.

Suddenly ‘Ding!’ went the oven, and it open up to reveal a freshly baked pie.

“There’s one left,” said Weasel, reaching out for it, merely a few inches away.
“Weasel, no, you’ve had enough. I don’t think you can handle another,” warned Skunk, “Besides, you won! You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Your challenge was that I had to eat all the pies in the house.”
“Not my challenge.”
“So I have to honour the codes of the challenge.”
“Please don’t, you look like you might explode as you are.” Weasel’s belly gave another horrible noise, causing Weasel discomfort, somewhat proving Skunk’s point.
“I won’t explode!” said Weasel, stretching to reach the pie, having it almost within arm’s reach, “I’m going to prove to you that I… can… do it! Gotcha!”
“Weasel, please don’t do this, I’m begging you.” Begged Skunk one final time.

Weasel listened to her friend’s please, but in her hype to overcome a challenge, decided to ignore her and eat the pie, filling her belly with too much pie. She immediately felt the mistake of eating one more pie as the eaten contents inside her started to push against her already too stretched belly. The noises got worse and louder as it now sounded like wooden planks snapping under extreme pressure. Weasel felt the pressure within her build up from the too many pies she had eaten, and gave her belly rubs to try and ease the pain. She called out to her friend for help, “Skunk... you gotta help me... please! I feel like I’m going to... Explode!” she said.

“I’m sorry, Weasel,” said Skunk, “I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen to me. It’s too late now to ask for my help.” She looked at her friend disappointed, turning and walking away.

Weasel should have stopped when she had the chance, but because she didn’t listen to her friend and kept eating pies, her belly had grown so big that it went:

KABOOM!!

But from where Skunk was standing, all she could hear was a POP!

And to this day, if anyone asks what happens if a person eats too much, Skunk would tell them this story and ends with Pop went the Weasel.

The End.”

The teacher closed the book and looked at her students to find all of them horror-struck, their eyes wide and their mouths open, scarred of the story the teacher had just read to them. “So kids, what did we learn today?” the teacher asked them.

“Always listen to your friends?” asked a small girl, shaken up a bit.

“Almost,” the teacher responded, grinning wide, “The lesson is don’t eat stuff that isn’t yours. So quit eating my Jell-O cups, you brats!” The teacher yelled, dropping the book and huffing out of the classroom and towards the lounge, leaving the kids scarred and confused.

The End.