

Bella and Ben were twins who liked to bounce. They bounced on their beds, on the sofa, on the trampoline. They bounced everywhere they could, even when their mom said no. They thought bouncing was the best thing ever.
One day, their mom made broccoli for dinner. Bella and Ben hated broccoli. They said it was yucky and green and smelled bad. They did not want to eat it. They wanted to bounce some more.
"Please, mom, can we bounce instead of eating broccoli?" they asked.
"No, you have to eat your broccoli. It is good for you. It makes you strong and healthy. And you have bounced enough today. You need to rest," their mom said.
"But mom, we don't like broccoli. We like bouncing. Bouncing is fun. Broccoli is not," they said.
"I don't care. You have to eat your broccoli. No more bouncing until you finish your plate. And no more arguing," their mom said.
Bella and Ben were very unhappy. They did not want to eat their broccoli. They wanted to bounce. They looked at each other and had an idea. They pretended to eat their broccoli, but they hid it under their napkins. Then they asked to go to the bathroom. Their mom said yes, but told them to hurry back.
Bella and Ben ran to the bathroom, but they did not go inside. They sneaked to their bedroom, where their beds were waiting for them. They jumped on their beds and bounced as high as they could. They laughed and giggled and had a lot of fun.
But they did not know that their mom had seen them. She had followed them and saw them bouncing on their beds. She was very angry. She opened the door and shouted at them.
"Bella and Ben, what are you doing? You lied to me. You did not eat your broccoli. You hid it under your napkins. And you bounced on your beds when I told you not to. You are very naughty. You are in big trouble. No more bouncing for you. Ever."
Bella and Ben stopped bouncing. They looked at their mom and felt very scared. They knew they had done something very bad. They wished they had eaten their broccoli. They wished they had listened to their mom. They wished they could bounce again. But it was too late. Their mom took away their beds and their trampoline and their sofa. She gave them only hard chairs to sit on. She said they had to eat broccoli every day. She said they had to learn their lesson.
Bella and Ben were very sad. They had no more fun. They had no more bouncing. They had only broccoli. They hated broccoli. They hated their life. They wished they could bounce again. But they could not. The end.
