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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Who defied science? The Woman Who Could Eat Wood had. How and why at first no doctor could say to her mom and dad. Years later the doctors had discovered that after a test special micro-organisms helped the wood in her guts digest. ‘Perhaps B can survive off wood because of some unknown power,’ her father had said. ‘I agree 100% with your thought,’ her mother had said. ‘A superpower I don’t have All I can do is eat wood. That’s good. But no one gets saved! So I’m not special,’ B had made understood. Sometimes she worried like crazy that she was different. Sometimes she didn’t worry that she was different like crazy. At first the cruel media (and some did too on Oak Street) teased her, hated her, was terrified this kind of “natural ability” could occur in her. Quickly they lost interest, forgot about her. At Elmwood Primary school some people ate for lunch sandwiches and fruit. She ate doors and drawer knobs and the occasional wood flute. Some people in the beginning were scared that her bodily functions were strange and not prizewinning. ‘She c-can d-d-i-ig-g-ge-s-st-t-t w-w-woo-d. As b-b-beav-v-ers d-do!’ a classmate had said, not grinning. ‘Friends, Pleeaasssssssssse DON’T be scare of me! You’ll soon come to understand me. You’ll see.’ ‘And YES. I eat like a beaver. But I don’t cut down trees with my teeth to build lodges and dams. I don’t eat layers of tree bark. It’s totally impressive how quick they can build.’ After a long while most people just accepted she could eat wood. Sure there were a few meanies of guile who teased her and her parents to tears for awhile. She made some friends and she even had some boyfriends. She actually loved the taste of wood that’d make most sick. That she liked to admit. 'I have no choice but to, I guess,’ she’d admit. She never felt sick or put on any weight. Skinny as a HB pencil she was, but not unfit. Her poos were wood when she didn’t pig normal food when she asked for it. In fact she preferred wood. It was free and it saved her parents a load of money and too, saved on dentist bills because her teeth never split. TO BE CONTINUED ... IN PART 2
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