

The Mighty Moods Series ~

Something very strange began at breakfast time today. I felt a rumbly, tingly tingle that wouldn’t go away.

My tummy started dancing, flip-flopping all around. I wiggle-waggled in my seat and growled a grumbly sound.

Could it be the cereal?
Perhaps it was the eggs that made me want to yell and roar and stomp around my legs?

No, it wasn’t breakfast that had me feeling funny. I stood up tall and gave a shout, “There’s a yeti in my TUMMY!”

“Oh my, again?” my mommy said. My daddy’s eyes went wide. “Yes, it’s true! He’s here—he’s BACK! He’ll stay all day!” I cried.

My parents shared a worried look. They knew what this would mean. Let’s just say, a tummy yeti causes quite the scene.