While two truck drivers are bolting down two enormous Thanksgiving dinners, dad walks away to the other end of the counter and is surprised to see none other than Tiny Watson sitting there.
"Hey Tiny," Dad grins, playfully pushing out his big stomach "I thought I just said good-bye to you." Tiny lifts one huge forearm off the counter to look at his watch.
"Actually, it's almost midnight," he smiles, "I haven't seen you since noon!" Dad checks his own watch to see that it is indeed late.
"So how is your wish coming?" Dad wonders. Tiny grins and shifts his weight, slowly rising to his feet.
"Well, let's see," he begins, his belly ballooning into view, "it's been eleven hours and ten pounds per hour..." Dad's eyes widen as he looks down to see Tiny patting himself on the stomach.
"...that would make me six hundred and thirty pounds." The growth of Tiny's gut is astounding. His T-shirt is so full, a huge slice of belly is spilling out the bottom. As he sees the clock in the truck stop hit midnight, he reaches under his belly bulge to loosen his belt, and his gut grows another ten pounds bigger.
"Better make that six-forty!" he says, correcting himself with a grin. Dad is amazed to see himself outweighed. He backs up a bit to get all of Tiny's belly in view, then he pats the big guy with a laugh.
"So you enjoyed gaining ten pounds an hour in twelve hours?"
"Sure did," Tiny grunts, "I should have asked for more!"
"You're kidding!" Dad exclaims.
"Nope," Tiny replies, "I wish I could gain another ten per hour by noon tomorrow!"
Dad remembers he wished for everyone in the truck stop to get a wish. He looks down at Tiny's belly, then back up at Tiny.
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