Here was a short essay I wrote about a case of overeating by “Mark the Glutton”.
It was a sweltering hot afternoon. Mrs. Tan had just returned home after buying a number of jars of chocolate chip cookies. They were from her favourite store “Donna Manis”. Just as Mrs. Tan placed the last jar of chocolate chip cookies into the kitchen cabinet, the telephone rang, initially startling her. Like an excited school girl, Mrs. Tan rushed to answer the phone call. She smiled broadly as the caller was her long lost friend.
Just then, her son, Mark, came into the kitchen as hungry as a wolf. He began searching the kitchen for food like a hunter its prey. Mark was pleasantly surprised when he unexpectedly stumbled upon jars of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Without hesitation, he immediately reached out for the three jars and began wolfing them down leaving no trace except for the biscuit crumbs. He enjoyed himself immensely as he savoured the delicious cookies. Within minutes and he had gobbled down all three jars. At that juncture, Mark felt extremely nauseous. He felt a strong urge to vomit. He badly needed to have a seat and to rest.
When Mrs. Tan hung up the telephone, she called out to Mark. Hearing no reply from him, she knew instantly something was amiss. Mrs. Tan went to look for Mark. On entering the living room, she stood rooted to the ground to see Mark slumped in the couch and looking as pale as a ghost. Raising her recently shaped eyebrows, she stared open-mouthed at her son. Mrs. Tan stared at Mark with deep concern. He summoned all of his remaining energy and said,” I’m sorry that I have finished all the cookies.” Mark forced a rueful smile. On hearing those words, Mrs. Tan immediately brought Mark to the nearest clinic.
From that day onwards, Mark vowed to himself to never ever be a glutton again.
Ok, I must confess that I have also had days when I overate and felt queasy for long periods after that. It was not a great feeling!
Til later,
Elijah Wee
Photo credit: annalise.ellen / Foter.com / CC BY-NC
It was a sweltering hot afternoon. Mrs. Tan had just returned home after buying a number of jars of chocolate chip cookies. They were from her favourite store “Donna Manis”. Just as Mrs. Tan placed the last jar of chocolate chip cookies into the kitchen cabinet, the telephone rang, initially startling her. Like an excited school girl, Mrs. Tan rushed to answer the phone call. She smiled broadly as the caller was her long lost friend.
Just then, her son, Mark, came into the kitchen as hungry as a wolf. He began searching the kitchen for food like a hunter its prey. Mark was pleasantly surprised when he unexpectedly stumbled upon jars of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Without hesitation, he immediately reached out for the three jars and began wolfing them down leaving no trace except for the biscuit crumbs. He enjoyed himself immensely as he savoured the delicious cookies. Within minutes and he had gobbled down all three jars. At that juncture, Mark felt extremely nauseous. He felt a strong urge to vomit. He badly needed to have a seat and to rest.
When Mrs. Tan hung up the telephone, she called out to Mark. Hearing no reply from him, she knew instantly something was amiss. Mrs. Tan went to look for Mark. On entering the living room, she stood rooted to the ground to see Mark slumped in the couch and looking as pale as a ghost. Raising her recently shaped eyebrows, she stared open-mouthed at her son. Mrs. Tan stared at Mark with deep concern. He summoned all of his remaining energy and said,” I’m sorry that I have finished all the cookies.” Mark forced a rueful smile. On hearing those words, Mrs. Tan immediately brought Mark to the nearest clinic.
From that day onwards, Mark vowed to himself to never ever be a glutton again.
Ok, I must confess that I have also had days when I overate and felt queasy for long periods after that. It was not a great feeling!
Til later,
Elijah Wee
Photo credit: annalise.ellen / Foter.com / CC BY-NC
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