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| Izzy playing with a dog |
When Izzy was a little girl, peanut butter was made a little differently than they make it now. The way peanut butter was made in her day, the oil would rise to rest on top of the rest of the peanut butter, and you'd have to stir it up before eating it.
Well, little Izzy loved eating that peanut butter! Sometimes she'd sneak into the pantry at the back of the house and she'd stir and stir and stir until she could finally eat some.
One day, Izzy must have been a little impatient with stirring the peanut butter, because as she was eating it, she realized that there was some peanut butter stuck on the roof of her mouth! It was thick and dry and very stuck. Izzy didn't know what to do!
First she tried to use her fingers to get it out. That only made her fingers really slobbery. Then she tried removing the peanut butter by poking it with her tongue. That was also a no-go.
Finally, Izzy decided to enlist some help. She wandered around the house looking for one of her brothers or sisters to give her some inspiration. Foy was the first she ran into.
"F'y! F'y!" she said, looking desperate. Foy didn't know she was calling his name, but he could tell there was a problem. He asked, "What's wrong with you, Izzy?"
"There pea'ut bau'er in the ruf a' my mouf!" Izzy exclaimed.
"What? I can't understand you! There's something in your mouth--"
"IT PEA'UT BAU' ER!" It would have been a yell, but the peanut butter was muffling everything that poor Izzy said.
"You have peanut butter in your mouth?"
Izzy nodded furiously. "Yef." She was close to tears.
"Have you tried poking it with your tongue?" Foy asked.
Izzy nodded forlornly.
"What about using your fingers?"
Another nod.
"Here, I'll try," and Foy proceeded to try to pull that peanut butter out with his fingers. Of course it was too slippery to get a grip on, and he soon gave up.
"Maybe I can carve it out with my knife!" Foy pulled out his pocketknife. His trusty knife had solved many a problem for him in the past, and he was sure it could help in this situation. Izzy made a terrified noise and backed away from Foy--just a little bit. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but the thought of having a knife--a sharp knife--in her mouth made Izzy uncomfortable.
Little Sugie walked up at this point. She was the baby of the family, and a few years younger than Izzy. She was too little to really be able to do anything for Izzy--at least that's what Izzy and Foy thought.
"Hey Sugie." Izzy couldn't pronounce the "sh" sound at the beginning of Sugie's name, so it sounded more like "Soogie."
Sugie noticed the lapse in enunciation and asked, "What happened to you, Izzy?"
Dejectedly, Izzy told her, "I go' pea'ut bau'er in the ruf a' my mouf."
Foy jumped in, "Yeah, we tried everything! I used my fingers, she used her fingers, and I was about to try my knife--"
"Why don't you just swallow it?" little Sugie suggested.
"Swallow it?" Izzy thought. "Well, I might as well try."
Izzy made an effort, and whaddaya know? All she needed to do that whole time was just swallow that darn peanut butter! Who knew it could be so easy? In gratitude, Izzy smiled on Sugie and said with perfect enunciation, "Thank you, Sugie! That peanut butter was starting to get on my nerves!"
I remember there being more steps, something about a needle and thread and the knife and the something else hanging out of her mouth by the end of the story. Your version is probably what happened.
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