The Boy in the Sandwich invites you to devour him whole, word by word!

You'll follow the boy having a huge birthday party in his sandwich with lots of blue spiders, being swallowed by his brother, eaten by the Bath Monster, invaded by little men at bedtime, and lost with him in his dreams.

The Boy in the Sandwich
The Boy in the Brother
The Boy in the Bath
The Boy in the Bed
The Boy in the Dream

The Boy in the Sandwich is a story for readers of all age (8 and up, up, up).

One boy

5 adventures

Eat it up!

EXCERPT

Chapter 1.
Once upon a time I lived happily ever after.


Chapter 2.

But maybe you want to hear some of the details.

I was just getting ready to eat a thick, gooey peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich when a blue spider pushed up a corner of the bread from the inside and said, "Don't chomp, don't chew! We're in here, we're having a good time, and we don't feel like being eaten."

So I didn't chomp, didn't chew. I was just thinking, What's a spider doing in my peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich and why is it blue? All spiders I knew were black. They were black and wanted to crawl up my nostril, make themselves at home hoping I wouldn't sneeze. I always did sneeze when the spiders moved about in my nostril, getting more comfy when settling down to sleep at night, their fuzzy little hairs on their backs tickling me something fierce and I let out a world-class sneeze shooting out a black spider into the air. Right out my nostril, across the room, and sometimes through the open window of my bedroom and onto a tree outside where the black spider met another spider just like himself and fell in love and made other little spiders and lived happily ever after until they tried to nest in my nose again and I would sneeze and everything would happen again, except there would be a lot more spiders flying across the room than just one. And my mother would yell from the living room, "Stop making all those noises with your nose! And I don't want to hear the story about the spiders again. Just go to sleep and have sweet dreams."

But now here was a blue spider in my peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich talking to me. Black spiders had never talked to me. Maybe blue spiders had voice boxes in them I didn't know about. But then I didn't know much about blue spiders since I didn't know they even existed. But the main problem was, I was hungry, and this blue spider didn't want me to eat my peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich.