(or the Day that Betty Sue and Delores Monahan Really, Truly Listened)


"...Think of the teeny tiniest creature that you have ever seen—the Oaties were even smaller than that! They had been trying to escape from Oatie Ville since the first Monahan ever mixed oats and water together and called it breakfast. No one knows how they got there. Generations of Monahans had been closing their ears to their cries for freedom…Betty Sue’s great-great uncle Stanley and aunt Millicent even resorted to plugging their ears and wearing blindfolds while eating their porridge so they wouldn’t go stark raving mad.
...The day that Betty Sue and Delores Monahan really, truly listened is the day the Oaties were set free..."
 
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