"No Timothy, a snack will ruin your supper. Go and play Your father will be home soon and then we'll eat," Timothy's mother says sending him out of the kitchen. Bored and hungry, Timothy throws himself down on the sofa where he begins to imagine the carpet turning into swirling blue water and the toys into hungry green crocodiles. "We're so hungry, so very hungry We can't wait for our supper If only there was a little boy to eat We can't wait for...