Chapter Three

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Anxious to get on with her day, Annie shovels her breakfast down. 

"So, what are you going to be today?" her mother asks.

With a mouth full of scrambled eggs, Annie raises her fork and declares, "Ooay I oing oo ee a uberero."

"That's nice honey," her mother chuckles. "But I don't believe superheroes speak with their mouths full. Perhaps you should slow down a bit."

Annie giggles and apologizes. Swallowing her mouthful, she then ponders out loud, "The only thing is, I don't know what kind of superhero I am. I mean, am I really fast? Am I really strong? Can I fly? And...Where am I going to save the day?"

"And who knew superheroes had so many questions?" her mother responds.

"Why don't you go outside when you're finished with breakfast and see what you find? I have a feeling a little fresh air will help you figure things out."

She takes one more bite of food, kisses her mother, and KA-PLINK KA-PLUNKS out the door.

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