Despite his parent’s love, Flatboy had his problems. For one thing, when he played hard, he could get some nasty rips. A little glue usually helped. He also couldn’t get his flat little mouth around most food, unless it was very flat, too. After a while, Flatboy mostly lived on potato chips.
People who weren’t used to flat children caused problems, too. Sometimes they would stare. It was embarrassing. Other times they wouldn’t believe he was alive. Once, in a restaurant, the waitress threw him away with the napkins. When his parents pulled him out of the trash, Flatboy was covered with ketchup. It was a tense moment.
The neighborhood children used to tease him. One time they asked Mrs. Jones if Flatboy could come out to fly kites. When he came outside, though, they tied a tail and string to his flat little body and flew him. He almost got caught in a tree. Once again, his faithful parents came to the rescue.
