Poison
DW eyed the food in front of her with a disgusted scowl. She hated broccoli. She hated green things and icky things, and most of all, she hated her father's mystery mashups that he tried to use to get her to eat those vile things known as vegetables. Her father's ploys would not work today. She saw the little green booger things sticking out of the food. Call it what you want to, but that was icky.
"Dora Winifred…," her mother warned, but DW pushed her plate away anyway. Her mother sighed, giving her husband a dirty look; he was supposed to solve this problem. "DW, you're going to eat dinner or you're not leaving this table until you do."
"I won't eat it, I won't! It's poison! All vegetables are poison!" she exclaimed. Arthur sighed next to her, wondering why he had to put up with such a horrible and annoying little sister. "Make Arthur eat it! We don't need him around for anything," she said, sticking her tongue out her brother. He ignored her, trying to eat the casserole without being disturbed.
"I would never serve you poison, DW. Now eat your food or your mother's right. I won't let you leave until you finish your serving. It's the perfect size and shape, the exact weight you specified," David explained to his daughter, trying not to roll his eyes. Another local chef showed her preschool class the exact weight they should be consuming of food. Because he'd just gotten a new digital scale for his own cooking, David was soon bombarded with the requests, and DW watched him like a hawk to get the perfect weight, except tonight.
"You are trying to poison me, you-"
But she was silenced by a spoon entering her mouth. Arthur's parents looked to him in shock. He'd dropped his own spoon and forced a bite-full of DW's food into her mouth. He kept the spoon there as she maneuvered the food. She couldn't spit it out while he was there. So she had to mash it between her tongue and taste every bit. When Arthur could see her face transform from angry to content, he removed the spoon.
"It's good, isn't it?" Arthur asked. DW nodded, accepting her spoon back from her brother. "Then be quiet so we can eat in peace," he groaned, getting back to his own meal.
The table was silent. DW ate her meal without saying a word, and because Arthur's trick worked, David and Jane were quiet as well. Plates were cleared and life went on, and no one ended up poisoned like DW expected.
Theme 020: Poison
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