Little Timmy had a terrible case of fussy bellies. Every time he tried to eat his delicious dinner, his tummy would fuss and moan. And wouldn't you know it, Timmy's shoes were being just as uncooperative! They simply refused to cooperate. It could be that Timmy was feeling a bit a little off. Mommy thought it might help to take a walk.

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