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Bubbie and Zadie were babysitting Shloimie whose parents were out of town for a few days.
“Bubbie, what’s for dinner tonight?” Shloimie asked.
"Baked tongue of chicken!" Bubbie proudly replied.
"Baked tongue of chicken? Yuck! That’s gross! I would never eat something that came out of a chicken's mouth!" Shloimie exclaimed.
“OK, I can make you something else,” Bubbie said, unfazed. “What would you like?”
"How about scrambled eggs?"