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Every day Katie ate mustard at least two times. Sometimes she had a mustard sandwich with cheese for breakfast, and sometimes she had a mustard sandwich with cheese for lunch. Sometimes she had a hot dog with mustard. Sometimes she had pretzels with mustard. Sometimes she had eggs with mustard. Sometimes she had potato salad with mustard. If she didn't have mustard for breakfast, she would have mustard for lunch. If she had mustard for breakfast and not for lunch, she would have mustard for dinner. But she always ate mustard every day.
Katie woke up on a bright Sunday morning. She went into the kitchen with her pajamas on. "Good morning!" she shouted. "I'm hankering for a sandwich! A mustard sandwich with cheese!"
Her mother said, "I'm terribly sorry, Katie my darling, but there is no mustard."
Katie said, "No mustard! How can I have a mustard sandwich with no mustard?"
Her mother said, "You can't have a mustard sandwich with no mustard. But you could have cheese on plain bread."
"Only if I have to," Katie said. "Can we go to the store and get mustard now, and I could have a mustard sandwich with cheese when we get home?"
"I'm terribly sorry, Katie my darling, but I have no money," said Katie's mother.
"How can we go to the store and buy mustard if you have no money?" asked Katie.
"We can't buy mustard with no money," said Katie's mother.
"Maybe I'll just have cheese," said Katie, but her heart was breaking.
"I will get paid next Friday," Katie's mother said. "We will buy mustard then."
"Six days without mustard," Katie sighed. She could have cried. "Six long, long days without a drop of mustard in them."
All day Katie was polite and did not mention the mustard again because she did not want her mother to be sad. But Katie was sad! It was very hard to eat food with no mustard anywhere.
It didn't even help that the plum tree in the vacant lot was full of red, juicy plums. She ate them, and she came home all purple and sticky, but in her mouth there was not even a trace of mustard.
That night she dreamed. She dreamed that her mother opened her purse and found money and they went to the store and bought a whole shopping cart of different kinds of mustard. Then they came home and ate pretzels with mustard on them.
But when she woke up, it was Monday, and there was still no mustard. There wasn't any cheese left either. So Katie ate peanut butter sandwiches. "Do you know what?" she whispered to her bear when her mother wasn't around. "I'd really rather have a mustard sandwich with cheese than a peanut butter sandwich even if it has plum jam on it."
And the next night she dreamed again. She dreamed that her mother opened her purse and found a magic jar of mustard in it that would never become empty no matter how many mustard sandwiches with cheese you ate.
But when she woke up, it was Tuesday, and there was still no mustard. There wasn't any bread left either. So Katie had plum jam on crackers and told her bear that a person could only eat so much jam.
That night she dreamed that her mother opened her purse and found a book of coupons. Each coupon in the book was good for a jar of mustard.
And when she woke up, it was Wednesday, and there was still no mustard. Katie ate noodle soup with no mustard added to the broth. She told her bear, "I am a brave girl and I can wait a little longer to have mustard."
That night she dreamed that her mother opened her purse and found a little key that opened a box at the post office, and inside the box were two shining rows of mustard jars, and they took that mustard home and had hot dogs.
But when she woke up, it was not Thursday morning yet. It was still Wednesday night. And what woke Katie up was a commotion in the kitchen . . .
Ignore this. I'm trying something new.
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Come on, you can't do this to me. I want the rest, and if I don't get it I'll have to make it up myself, and I'd much rather you did it.
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