Then, about 20 minutes later, he was hungry again, so he went there again. But this time he saw no more saucers! He started to panic. He looked everywhere; on the grass, in the shed, in the house. He couldn’t figure out where all the cookies have gone. He was very frustrated and he was starting to get a little mad. So he thought a nice warm bath would feel good. So hopped in the swimming pool. He was just resting in there for about an hour. He forgot about the subject.

It was all going well until he started to get hungry again. So he went to the garage and couldn’t see anything again. So he wanted something to calm him. He dug through the garbage and tried to find something to play with or to calm him. He couldn’t find anything there. He needed something to do! So he just started to burn garbage. Well after eating those cookies, he needed something to wash them down. So he got a 55-gallon drum full of water. He just washed it down his throat. Well, he stayed alive by eating other things. But it came winter. All the kids were just sliding down the snow hill. He looked out his window. He said, "Wait a minute! They’re sliding on my cookies!" So he went up there and was very angry. He said, "Give me back my cookies!" They said "what are you talking about?" He said sorry and realized that they didn’t know that he ate those for cookies. And he explained the subject. The kids felt sorry for him and they all gave him the saucers. He had a 2-year supply of food. He was very happy and ended with a good meal every day.