Little Timmy had a wicked case of sassy tummies. Every time he tried to eat his delicious dinner, his tummy would rumble loudly. And wouldn't you know it, Timmy's shoes were being just as contrary! They simply refused to stay on. It could be that Timmy was feeling a bit under the weather. Timmy's mom suggested to go outside and play.

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