Once upon a time, in 1917 actually, a cotton buyer named Earle Dickson married his beloved, Josephine, and they lived happily ever after. THE END.
Actually, that was just the beginning.
The newlyweds expected to live a quiet life in New Brunswick, New Jersey. Instead, Earle and Josephine ended up changing the world, one boo-boo at a time.
You see, Josephine was accident prone. She often bumped and bruised herself while working around the house. But that was nothing compared to how often she injured herself in the kitchen.
OUCH! When she sliced and diced an onion, she sometimes sliced her finger, too.
BOO-HOO! When she grated cheese, she sometimes grated her knuckle.
ARGH! When she lifted a hot pot off the stove, she sometimes burned her hand.
After Josephine winced in pain, she quickly grabbed a rag to stop the bleeding.
But with bulky towels between her fingers, it was even harder for Josephine to hold a knife. She became even more accident prone. Impossible, you say? It’s true. Josephine’s klutziness had become a bloody problem!
Every night when Earle came home from work, he looked forward to talking with Josephine and eating the wonderful meal she had prepared. That was until he saw his beloved’s hands. Yikes! Her cuts might get infected. He had to help his new bride.
Earle’s father was a doctor, so Earle knew a little bit about boo-boos and bandages. And luckily he worked for a company that manufactured hospital supplies. Earle knew there had to be a solution. But what was it?
Copyright © 2018 by Barry Wittenstein (Author); Chris Hsu (Illustrator). All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
