Oliver Cooke was sick, oh what a shame, nose running like a never-ending train. His boogers were green, and they just wouldn't cease, turning him into a snot producing machine.

One sunny day, Oliver's dad said, 'Let's go out, get some fresh air instead.' Oliver agreed, feeling a little distressed, but he wanted to make his dad impressed.

Daddy gave Oliver his handkerchief to borrow, hoping it would save him from the nasal sorrow. Oliver's nose was no longer a sneezy strife, but the handkerchief would have a gross, green life.

With each blow of his nose, the handkerchief grew, green snot piled up, how could this be true? Daddy couldn't believe the mess Oliver had made, feeling a little grossed out, feeling dismayed.

They rushed back home with the snot-filled cloth, Oliver's nose was stuffed, he could only breathe trough his mouth. Daddy made a plan to make Oliver feel better: soup, rest, and tissues that never hit the floor.

Days went by and Oliver started to feel fine, no more snot machine, his nose was back in line. He learned a lesson about keeping snot in his nose, no more snot-filled handkerchiefs, that's how it goes!