In a town far off, where giggles ensue, lived a child with bright eyes, just like you. Who was it you ask? I thought that you knew it was a little girl, a girl named Sue. On her birthday, wrapped in a ribbon with a tag that said "New," Sue got a special gift: a doll that could chew! How could this be, you ask? I wish I knew. But the wonderment was it was perfectly true. Through the afternoon, the party ensued. But in the flurry of cake and laughter a joyous mood. The doll's instructions were lost! Oh, what to do? “No matter,” said Dad, “it’s just a doll.” But “Don’t feed after midnight" were the words no one knew. With gifts all unwrapped and scattered askew, the doll found new friends, a teddy or two. In the mayhem of wrapping and ribbon that flew, the cautionary words had disappeared from view. When dinner time came, Sue thought, "Phew! I can keep playing. My doll can eat, too!" Bananas and apples, a savory stew, Into the doll's mouth, the food did accrue. With dinner devoured, and the day not quite through, to extend the joy, a tea party she threw. Tiny cups, sweet treats, and laughter anew, the celebration continues! Oh, what a to-do! As the evening waned, the sky in a deep hue, Sue tucked her doll in bed, as she was told to. But in the quiet night, a request oh so meek, the doll sought a snack, a craving to sneak. Down to the kitchen, Julie and Sue did track. To nibble on cookies, oh, what a snack. The clock ticked softly as trouble accrued, "Don't feed after midnight," a rule Julie knew. Soon, the consequences of the night unfolded, a lesson to learn, but in the darkness, no one scolded. First, it was the chair, then a table or two. At one point in the night, the dog said, "Ew, what's happened to you?" Sue tried to clean up with a mop and a bucket, But the goo spread fast, like a toy mischief rocket. From the kitchen to the hallway, it left its mark, a sticky trail that glowed in the dark. Even the curtains got a gooey touch, the mess expanding, way too much! The clock ticked away as the chaos grew. Julie drooled on everything; it grew, and it grew. In the kitchen, the bathroom, and down the hallway, too, what a hullabaloo. The clock ticked away as the chaos grew, In the kitchen, the bathroom, and down the hallway too. Julie drooled on everything; it grew, and it grew, Sue tried to clean up with a mop and a shoe. But out came Granddad, with wisdom to share, "Don't worry, my dear, the night's not unfair. In the light of the day, everything will repair, And the mess that's troubling now will vanish in the air." As the sun began to rise, its gentle rays so grand, Touching the goo, like a magic wand. The sticky mess, once vivid and unplanned, Vanished into thin air, as if on command. That day, amidst the sunshine so bright, Directions were found, though a little soggy, all right. "Don't feed after midnight," they now knew outright, Sue and Julie, friends forever, embracing the light. From that day forward, with lessons in tow, Sue Drooly Julie decided, never to let mischief grow. No more snacks in the dark, no food after the crow, In the warmth of the day, their friendship continued to glow. So, children, remember, in all you pursue, Check the instructions; don't let confusion ensue. For even a doll, with a munch or a chew, Can turn your world into a a right sticky goo!