I don’t like tomatoes! They’re gross. I don’t care if they’re good for me, they’re yucky! Like really, really yucky. They’re all runny and stuff and they have seeds and I don’t like seeds. Well, maybe I do. I don’t know about that part for sure cuz you can’t taste the seeds cuz of the yuck around them. I don’t get why Mom always wants me to eat stuff that’s good for me. Why can’t it just be stuff I like? You know, like pizza and stuff. Come on Waldo, you gotta help me out here. Eat ’em up before she comes back and makes me try to swallow them. What kind of dog are you, anyway? You’re supposed to eat everything that moves. I bet if it was cat food you’d eat it…
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- Written by: Joyce Storey