(to be read with growls and grumblings)
One day DROOGLE woke up with his tummy RUM-DRUM-GRUMBLING.
So DROOGLE ate a leathery weatheredy boot that was (barely) missing an owner. But DROOGLE was still hungry.
So DROOGLE took a bite out of a flippy flappy book (down, DROOGLE, down!) But DROOGLE was still hungry.
So DROOGLE gobbled a rubbery flubbery tire, from a car that had (almost) no need of it. But DROOGLE was still hungry.
So DROOGLE munched on an dingy wingy swing set that was (slightly) unoccupied. But DROOGLE was still hungry.
So DROOGLE crunched on a squeaky creaky boat. The owner had (recently) discarded it. But DROOGLE was still hungry.
So DROOGLE swallowed a tooting scooting train whose passengers had (just) left. But DROOGLE was still hungry.
DROOGLE downed three chugging, tugging tractors that were (quickly) left alone by three farmers. But DROOGLE was still so very, very hungry.
DROOGLE was sad, because nothing stopped his chubby, fuzzy tummy from RUM-DRUM-GRUMBLING all day long.
Then, DROOGLE saw a gleaming, steaming present from the (terrified) townsfolk.
DROOGLE sniffed and whiffed.
DROOGLE picked and licked.
DROOGLE ate every last tasty-basty bit.
THIS was what DROOGLE wanted all along. If only DROOGLE had known!
DROOGLE was full of yummy scrummies.
DROOGLE sat back and patted DROOGLE’S roly-poly tummy.
DROOGLE started snoring snoozily.
And the townsfolk fell asleep too, and slept (almost) mighty-tighty all nighty long, until early in the morning when…
…DROOGLE’S tummy went RUM-DRUM-GRUMBLY!