One day, your Mama was making a really big pie for us all to eat for dinner. She used a bathtub to bake the crust until it was lovely and flaky and crisp. Also, on the stove was a great big pot of boiling yummy pie filling. Mmmmm.
I was leaning over the bathtub, smelling the delicious hot crust, when Mama turned and took the big pot of filling off the stove. As she turned around again to begin to pour it into the bathtub, she bumped it into my back and knocked me into the pie crust without even noticing! She poured the pie filling into the tub and covered me up with it, then put the pastry onto the top of pie, and popped it into the oven to cook, with me stuck inside.
An hour later, when the pie was piping hot and ready to eat, Mama came looking for me. She asked you if you knew where I was, but you didn't. "Dadda, Dadda, where are you?" you called. Finally, you and Mama were getting so hungry that you couldn't wait any longer, so you decided to eat. The great big pie went up onto the kitchen table and Mama cut it open with the big sharp knife.
She was very surprised when out I popped, all covered with flaky pastry and pie filling. Wasn't that a funny thing to serve for dinner?
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