Soup and a Sandwish

Soup and a Sandwish

There once was a very special boy. He was very, very hungry. He was so hungry that a bowl of alphabet soup wouldn't do. He pushed it away. No soup for him. He wanted more.

This special boy wanted a special sandwich. Not some peanut butter and jiggly jelly-jam sandwich. Not a little kid's sandwich. He wanted a grown-up sandwich. A gigantic, mountain-high kind of sandwich.

And so this boy closed his eyes and made a very special wish. He made a sandwich sandwish.

First he sandwished a loaf of bread, hot from the oven. He cut off a slice so big, he had to use a saw instead of a knife.

Cheese was next, but not just one kind. He wished for cheddar, Swiss, and Monterey Jack. He wished for a big glob of cheese spread.