Poe the potbelly pig had a big appetite. She ate table scraps and whatever the parrot dropped from his cage.
One evening when her tummy rumbled, Poe saw that the ice box had no latch.
All it took was a tug.
The door swung open.
Poe sampled the salmon. She bit into the brie. She chewed the chicken satay and tasted the tiramisu.
While Poe filled her gullet (which means tummy), Chaucer the parrot perched on the egg tray.
Chaucer turned his head this way.
Chaucer turned his head that way.
He helped himself to a bright green apple.
Dickens the dog sniffed the bottom shelf.
He sniffed the top shelf.
On the middle shelf he found filet de boeuf (which is a kind of steak).
He wolfed the boeuf with hearty appetite.
Cooper the cat pawed a quart of buttermilk until it tumbled over.
Buttermilk leaked onto the floor.
Cooper lapped the milk.
Faulkner the ferret feasted on flounder.
Rimbaud the rabbit nibbled the endive.
When the ice box was empty, what a mess was left!
“Who will clean it up?” Poe asked.
“I will,” said Milton the mouse.
He invited his friends and they ate up every crumb.
Meanwhile, tummies bloated (which means very full), Poe the potbelly pig, Chaucer the parrot, Dickens the dog, Cooper the cat, Faulkner the ferret, and Rimbaud the rabbit curled up together under the table and fell asleep.