They were sick of being handled. They were sick of the boy building homes and cars and then taking them apart and breaking them apart in front of them. They were tired of being pulled apart, of having to stay stuck, pegged, in one place for hours. They were sick of the boy, and they plotted in silence. They waited for the moment the boy was sleeping the deepest. They moved and crawled over the carpet. And they shoved their bodies into his nose and mouth, and they strangled him from the inside until their lust for revenge was satiated.
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Title by: Aligator
Story by: Jarvis
Illustration by: Rebecca Pugh
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Loved the story and the art work! I’m going to share this with all my friends who have kids! But wait! I have 3 barrels of them stashed in my basement! Horrors!