Once upon a time there was a little boy who said “mine.”

When his mother took him to the bakery he would say mine and his mother would buy him a bun.

When she took him to the market he would say mine and she would ask the grocer to give him an orange.

When they went to the toy store he would say mine, then mine again, until his mother’s arms were full of toys.

So she took him to the zoo to see the crocodile.