Seymour Tupper's tale

 

“Seymour Tupper”

 

A storyteller’s gifting book for illustrating and animating by artists of any age group.

 

 

 

There was once a boy named Seymour Tupper

who always went without his supper.

This was not because the little lad 

was ever unkind, cross or bad.

Nor was it that this friendly tyke

preferred to play or ride his bike.

His problem was that he was able

to imagine things while at the table.

Those things were large,

some bald and some hairy.

But his imagined things were always scary.

At supper Seymour would pretend.

Then suddenly… his meal would end.

 

He would often stare at his drinking mug

and would imagine, there, such an awful bug.

It had pointed teeth and a wicked bite.

A really…truly…scary sight.

Silent in his chair, trembling in fear,

Seymour would not eat with that bug so near.

 

On other nights he would dream up a bear,

snapping, snarling and standing there.

Big and furry, loud and mean.

A really…truly…scary scene.

While almost breathless, very still,

Seymour would sit and eye it.

Again his supper was never touched,

he was too afraid to try it.

 

Sometimes he saw a raging bull,

and acted, then, like he was full.

Or a monster with claws on hands and feet.

Seymour ate no salad, soup or meat.

 

He could eat his breakfast and could eat his lunch.

Yet from his supper not a single munch.

For at supper Seymour would pretend.

Until that really…truly…scary end.

 

On that final night, as mother poured his cider,

Seymour thought up such a giant spider.

An enormous fuzzy-legged thing

with six big eyes and a nasty sting.

That spider stretched from wall to wall.

Seymour thought, “No supper, none at all!”

 

Then suddenly…the unexpected.

 

Seymour’s belly growled…a sound detected.

Soon a louder growl that all could hear

and in the spider’s eyes Seymour saw the fear.

 

It was at that moment that Seymour knew

that his scary creatures could be scared too!

 

So he imagined that his belly roared.

Bellowed…barked…and even snored.

Those noises gave that spider such a fright

that it ran off screaming into the night.

 

Seymour’s creatures now all fear his belly.

Creatures tall and tough, creatures wide and smelly.

At a bear it yells, at a beast it howls.

All the creatures flee when his belly growls.

 

Now, there is a boy named Seymour Tupper

who always loves to eat his supper.

Because every time he does pretend

there is a really…truly…amazing…end.