Little Timmy had a terrible case of fussy bellies. Every time he tried to eat his yummy dinner, his tummy would fuss and moan. And wouldn't you know it, Timmy's shoes were being just as stubborn! They simply refused to cooperate. Perhaps that Timmy was feeling a bit a little off. Timmy's mom suggested that he try stretching his legs.

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