One morning his mother said "Now Vinney, you make sure you wear your winter clothes. It gets cold this time of year."
| But Vinney didn't want it to be winter. He had too much fun in the summer. And the way Vinney figured, the sooner he started wearing winter clothes, the sooner winter would come. |
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 | That very day, while he was walking home from school, it happened. The sky grew grey and cold. A wind blew in from the north. |
Vinney was cold. Vinney was very, VERY cold.
| "Its soo cold...I am going to take my ears off and put them in my pocket." |  |
And that is just what he did.
| Vinney walked a little further. "It is soo cold... I am going to take my eyebrows off and put them in my pocket." |  |
And that is just what he did.
| Vinney walked a little further. "It is soo cold... I am going to take my toes off and put them in my pocket." |  |
And that is just what he did.
| Vinney walked a little further."It is soo cold... I am going to take my fingers off and put them in my pocket." |  |
And that is just what he did.
When Vinney got home he tried to open the door, but he couldn't because his fingers were in his pocket, so he rang the doorbell.
Vinney's mother came to the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I am hungry and I am cold and I want to come inside" said Vinney.
 | "Who are you?" asked Vinney's mother. "It is me - Vinney!" he cried. "Oh no. My boy has ears."said his mother. "My boy has eyebrows too". "My boy has eight furry purple fingers and six furry purple toes". "You're not my boy", she said, and she started to close the door. |
"Wait! Wait!" yelled Vinney. "I can prove it!" And with that Vinney reached into his pocket and took out his ears and put them where his eyebrows used to be.
Then he took out his eyebrows and put them where his ears used to be.
Then he took out his fingers and put them where his toes used to be.
Then he took out his toes and put them where his fingers used to be.
| "See! Its me! Its me!" yelled Vinney. |  |
His mother smiled. "That's my boy!" And she gave him a hug, a kiss, and a big mug of hot chocolate.
Bedtime-Story / Steven Woodman - Copyright 1998 - All Rights Reserved
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