When Jimmy was picked up by the strange woman, he whimpered in fear for a moment until he too was strapped into one of the high chairs to be spoon fed like the infants before him. The rice cereal had almost no taste to Andrew but he was forced to endure the horror of having his breakfast spooned into his mouth whether he was ready or not. The attendants hadn’t bothered to wash the plastic bibs between feedings, so when he looked down his bib protected chest, all he could see was a bright yellow bib that had been almost completely coated with a layer of spilled and regurgitated cereal that the previous users had deposited on the plastic of the bib. Had Andrew been in control of his body, he’d have barfed immediately. Jimmy was unaware of the mess on his chest and swallowed the innocuous mush with delight as he made his own additions to the his infantile breastplate. When little Jimmy’s meal was finished, he received his bottle and joined two of his nursery mates in one of the playpens.

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