Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for March 28, 1997

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NATE: ODE TO A CHEEZ DOODLE I search the grocery store in haste. My goal : a cheesy, crunchy taste. I find it deep in aisle nine, for just a dollar thirty-nine. A bag of doodles made of cheese. My appetite, a sweet disease. My friends and teachers tell me that I'm eating saturated fat. But they know not how satisfied I feel while munching doodles fried. I savor each bright orange curl until it seems I just might hurl. Their praises I will always sing. Cheeze doodles, they're my everything. Now that's love! YAAY! Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap