My child is hungry

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You
agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far
to young for adult food. Chicken hugger stares at you from the page.
You don' t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains.
He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a
world of st. -weer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken
hugger, but you CHEN . The words can not escape your lips. Your son is
hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning
chicken hugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears
of a chicken child. m your mind you scream. It is raining
weer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple
and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is
starving. Starving for the chicken hugger.