And then the cycle started over again with the flesh eating monsters they called their pets and they ate them up for supper with soup on the side. Of course little Johnny wanted salad, but that was forbidden there in the dark underground of Cuba, with the war going on and all. So he faked eating his soup and instead poured it into his brother's. Joe, his brother, did not mind the extra food since he was not sure when his next meal would come.
"Mommy, how much longer until we can go swimming?" Johnny asked his mom with a worried look on his face.
His mom replied, "Look," she sighed "I'll talk to Daddy tomorrow ok sweetie?" she had a look of sadness on her face as she said that.
"Sure you will." Joe snorted. But Johnny did not listen to him. He had faith in his mom, faith that she might talk some sense into their dad. And finally let them free from this prison underground. Where no daylight ever came. Their dad was the one that provided them with the food and soup, but never brought a salad down. Said if they were ever getting out of there alive they needed to gain some more weight.