Mr Miacca- Beginner English Version
Tommy Grimes was sometimes a good boy, and sometimes a bad boy. And when he was a bad boy, he was a very bad boy.
“Tommy, be a good boy,” his mother would say many times. “Don’t go out of our street to play. If you do, Mr Miacca will get you.”
But on days when Tommy was a bad boy, he would go out of the street. One day, as he was walking in the next street, Mr Miacca saw him. He picked Tommy up and put him into a big bag. Then he took Tommy to his house.
When Mr Miacca got Tommy inside, he pulled him out of the bag and sat him down in a chair. He felt Tommy’s arms and legs. “There is not much meat on you, is there?” he said. “But you’re all I have to eat today, so I’ll cook you as best I can.”
Mr Miacca stopped talking. “Oh no!” he said. “We don’t have any vegetables! Little boys taste bad if they aren’t cooked with vegetables.”
“Sally! Sally! Come here please.” he called to Mrs Miacca.
“What do you want, my love?” she asked as she came in from the next room.
“I want to eat this little boy,” said Mr Miacca, “but we don’t have any vegetables. I will go up to the shop and buy some. Can you watch him until I come back.”
“All right, my love,” said Mrs Miacca, and off he went.
“Does Mr Miacca always eat little boys?” Tommy asked Mrs Miacca.
“Yes, most days,” she answered. “If he can find any that are bad and come into our street.”
“And don’t you have anything other than boy meat?” asked Tommy. “What about Cake?”
“Oh, I love cake!” says Mrs Miacca. “But we don’t have it often.”
“Really?” said Tommy. “My mother is making a cake this very day. I know she’d be happy to give you some, if I ask her. Shall I run and get it for you?”
“Now that’s a thoughtful boy,” said Mrs Miacca. “You can go, but please don’t be too long. Try to be back before Mr Miacca.”
So off Tommy ran as fast as he could. He was so happy to get home that he was as good as good could be and stayed in his own street for a long time. But he couldn’t always be good. One day he again went into the next street. And, as before, Mr Miacca saw him. He picked Tommy up, put him into his big bag, and took him to his house.
When Mr Miacca got Tommy inside, he pulled him out of the bag.
“Ah!” Mr Miacca said when he saw who it was. “You’re the boy who told Mrs Miacca you were going home to get her some cake. We had nothing to eat but vegetables that night. Well, you are not going to run away again. I’ll watch you myself this time. Here, get under this chair. I’ll sit on top of it and take you out when it is time to cook.”
So Mr Miacca sat on the chair, and Tommy sat under it. There was a table next to the chair. On it were some vegetables and a number of different kinds of knives. Mr Miacca took a small knife and cut up the vegetables. He put these into a big pot of water and put the pot on the fire. Then he waited for the water to get hot. He sat and sat, but still the water was not hot enough.
“Here, you under there,” he said to Tommy at last. “I have other things to do and can’t sit here any longer. Put out one of your legs, so I can stop you running away again.”
Tommy put out a leg and Mr Miacca took a very big knife from the table. He cut off the leg and put it into the pot.
He called out to Mrs Miacca, but she did not answer. He got up and went into the next room to look for her. As soon as he was gone, Tommy came out from under the chair and ran out of the door. It was not his own leg that Tommy had held out to Mr Miacca, but the leg of a chair.
Once more, Tommy ran home as fast as he could. And he never went into the next street again until his mother said that he was old enough.