It was his brother’s birthday and their mother had bought
his favorite cupcake. It sat, taunting Jack, in the refrigerator.
Jack waddled towards the kitchen, his small legs barely supporting
him. His mother was folding laundry, his brother at the toy store.
In the kitchen, Jack stared up at his adversary. He
staggered towards the gargantuan device that kept all the delicious things,
kept them from his pudgy fingers.
He reached up towards the door handle. What luck! Jack had
grown enough to grasp it. After opening the door, he took the cupcake and
waddled back to the living room.
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