A Brave Bite of Purple
Fifi faces a plate of strange purple potatoes. With a little help from Momo, she finds the courage to take a tiny taste.
At dinner, Mom set a bowl of lumpy purple mush in front of Fifi. 'What is that?' Fifi asked, wrinkling her nose. 'Mashed purple potatoes, ' Mom said. Fifi poked it with her fork. 'It looks like alien food, ' she whispered.
Momo hopped onto the chair beside her. 'Why are you poking it and making that face?' he asked. 'I never ate purple food before, ' Fifi said. 'What if it tastes like a sock?' Momo sniffed the air.
Momo tilted his head. 'Maybe it's magic food that tastes like a cloud?' he said. Fifi giggled. 'Clouds aren't purple!' But she picked up a tiny bit on her fork. 'Here I go, ' she whispered, taking a deep breath.
She shut her eyes tight and put the food in her mouth. Momo held his breath. Fifi chewed once, twice. Then her eyes popped open. 'It's like a sweet potato party!' she said. Momo bounced. 'I want a party too!' He snuck a lick from the spoon and sneezed, sending purple dots everywhere.
Fifi laughed and scooped up a bigger bite. 'I'm a brave purple potato eater!' she said. Momo nodded, his whiskers twitching. The strange purple food was now just yummy.
Soon, her bowl was almost empty. Fifi looked at Momo, and they both had purple smudges on their faces. She grinned, feeling more grown-up than before, and licked her fork clean.
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