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Zombies Don't Eat Veggies! read by Jaime Camil
°ü¸®ÀÚ 2020-11-13 ¿ÀÈÄ 1:49:29 20495

 

Description:

Mo Romero is a zombie who loves nothing more than growing, cooking,and 

eating vegetables. Tomatoes? Tantalizing. Peppers? Pure perfection! 

The problem? Mo¡¯s parents insist that their niño eat only zombie cuisine, 

like arm-panadas and finger foods. They tell Mo over and over that zombies 

don¡¯t eat veggies. But Mo can¡¯t imagine a lifetime of just eating zombie food 

and giving up his veggies. As he questions his own zombie identity,

Mo tries his best to convince his parents to give peas a chance.

 

Transcription: 

"Zombies Don't Eat Veggies!"created by Megan Lacera and Jorge Lacera.

Mo was a zombie with a deep, dark craving. It was dreadful. Devious. 

Absolutely despicable. 

Mo loved to eat vegetables. He grew all kinds of veggies in his hidden garden.

And then in his secret kitchen, he crafted celery, tomatoes,and carrots into

delicioso meals that he devoured with delight. Mo's mom and dad did not love

vegatables. Not. One. Bit. Veggies were yucky! Disgusting! 

Que asco! They were not allowed at the Romero's dinner table. Ready to chase

some humans in the marathon next week, mijo? Zombies were supposed to eat 

zombie cuisine like brain cakes, brain stew, and brain-and-bean tortillas.

Mo's parents insisted that their niño eat only zombie food. Finger foods, mi amor?

Uh, gracias. I'm not hungry. Mo tried to convince his mom and dad to give peas 

a chance. He sneaked in vegetables whenever he could. 

But Mo's attempts were fruitless. His parents wanted him to accept who he was

a zombie.And zombies don't eat veggies. Mo knew he did not like zombie cuisine. 

And he couldn't imagine letting go of spinach or cucumbers or kale forever.

If zombies are only supposed to eat zombie cuisine, Mo started to wonder

if maybe he wasn't a zombie after all. Day after day, Mo wondered how he could

make his parents understand his love of veggies. His tomatoes were tantalizing,

His cucumbers crispy. The peppers, perfection. Add onions, some garlic, a touch 

of cilantro, and... Gazpacho! Holy aioli! Mo had an idea. His best one yet.

Mo grabbed his book of recipes. His fingers flew across the pages....

until he found it.The recipe for a tomato-and-veggie filled soup.

He was sure the tomatoes would make it look bloody and gloopy,

just like a zombie dish. His parents were going to devour it! 

Mo chopped and diced, blended and pureed, perfected and poured.

Finally,the soup was finished.

Mo carefully shuffled it over to the house for dinner...

where he found a feast fit for a zombie. Mo! You're just in time. 

Try some arm-panadas, mi amor. Prime cuts! Mira,

I made spicy man-naise. 

I made something for you to try too. It's called blood bile bisque. 

Bone Appétit gave it five brains. Smells strange. Looks delightful! 

Cinco brains!Must be delicioso!They dug in. Mo closed his eyes and 

sucked in his breath.This was it. 

They'd savor the soup. They'd ask for más. 

Mo imagined breakfasts, lunches,dinners, snacks. All VEGETABLES! 

Raw, cooked, steamed, and fried. Forever and ever. He saw all his dreams 

coming true.Until...Mo's parents did not like the soup. Not. One. Bit. 

¢®Dios mío! This soup tastes like... like... vegetables! 

Yuck! Mo's heart sank to his toes. His plan was a bust. How many times 

do we have to tell you that zombies don't eat veggies?! 

Maybe other zombies don't eat vegetables, but I do. Mom and dad,

I'm different. But I'm still me. Mauricio Romero. 

Your niño. Your Mo. Mo reminded his parents that he liked chasing humans 

as they ran in marathons. And he promised he'd always cheer for Dad

during championship brain-eating competitions. He also loved doing the 

zombie shuffle under the moonlight with Mom. He was a zombie. A Romero.

He just liked to eat vegetables.

Mo's parents loved their son and finally accepted that it was okay to be different.

They even promised Mo they would eat more veggies for him.

But only a teeny, tiny bit. The Romeros knew that most zombies don't eat veggies.

But they were more than zombies. They were a family. The end.

 

Questions: 

1. What kind of monster is Mo? 

2. How does he differ from his parents? 

3. At the end, did his parents accepted his difference?


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