Dinner that night was… green. Horrible stuff, whatever it was. Nick was peculiar that way. He could not care less what a food’s consistence might be; color was everything. There was also some inconsistency, which Nick himself readily saw, in this predicament. He loved green; with a passion. His favorite outfit to ware most days consisted of green socks, green overalls and one of his many green t-shirts. Occasionally he was put in a pair of black socks for variety.
His preoccupation with the color had even grown into a fetish for others wearing it too. Loved ones especially looked fine in a nice shade of chartreuse or lime. Going as far as to paint the family pet, Nana, a lovely shade of forest, had been the preverbal last straw for his poor mother however. Nick still occasionally indulged in melting green crayons on the sidewalk and spreading the sticky mess upon anyone lucky enough to need a bit of Saint Patrick’s Day in their life.
Despite all this, green was a color to behold during meals. Perhaps it was just that Nick believed that green belonged everywhere BUT his mouth. Well, perhaps all over it, but not inside. The turning point, which none of the family but Nick remembered was the night which he had been read Green Eggs and Ham. No matter that the strange looking fellow at the end of the tale had indeed eaten them, they looked horrid! Besides, the book had been written by that horrible poet man, who was so bad at rhyme that he had to INVENT words! Doctor indeed!
That night dinner ending with a food fight, with Nick being the main… make that only one throwing the food. Dinner ended early. Bedtime came even sooner than usual.
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