This choice: Rest and get it in the morning • Go Back...Chapter #4Rest and get it in the morning by: Unknown "Charlotte can find her own stupid word," he grunted out loud, as if to convince himself. His stomach rumbled in agreement. He couldn't nap here, though, he was far too exposed. He dug his claws into the dirt and began pulling himself towards a nearby event stand. His belly was almost too heavy for his stubby rat arms to handle, but he got into a rhythm, and soon he was sliding along quite nicely. He dragged himself into the comforting darkness underneath the stand, prepared to rest and digest some of his earlier gorge.
Unfortunately, the fair didn't want to give him a break.
"It really is everywhere," Templeton gasped, followed closely by a hungry growl from his already-stuffed stomach. Even underneath a stage, the people at the fair had managed to leave behind more delicious food than Templeton's stomach could possibly hold.
Well- more than he thought he could hold. He was more than willing to put that assumption to the test.
With an excited whoop and renewed determination, Templeton grabbed the closest thing- an upturned ordered of french fries, still half full. He shoved the fries greedily down his throat, barely bothering to chew, ignoring the salt and grease that coated his face and arms. From there he moved onto a half-eaten sandwich. He gnawed every kernel off a rotten ear of corn. He swallowed several chunks of something that was totally unidentifiable, but nonetheless delicious. An upturned bucket of chicken wings got inhaled so fast that he forgot not to eat most of the bones.
Every new mouthful of food squeezed into his stomach with a noisy squelch, forcing the rest of what he'd eaten to shift to make room. The shifting food made his belly sway ever-so-slightly, churning its contents into what must have been a frothy mess. Templeton could feel every barely-chewed chunk of what he had wolfed down, and he moaned with delight as he forced even more food inside.
He could never go back to Wilbur's grimy slops after this.
Templeton gorged himself until his stomach ached and his throat was sore, and still, he wasn't satisfied. His stomach whined and grumbled in protest, but its pleas were ignored. As long as there was food in front of him, he couldn't stop eating. He reached for a mostly-full bottle of soda.
"Mmm," he mumbled, his mouth filled with food. "Thirsty." He swallowed what he'd been eating and tipped the bottle towards his hungry mouth. The fluid flowed freely into his waiting belly, forcing it to bloat outwards while its contents sloshed around helplessly. Soda spilled over his face and his swollen belly as he guzzled. His poor, over-full stomach groaned miserably at the horrible treatment. When he finished, he swatted the bottle away and gave his angry stomach a pat, looking around for his next meal. He caught a glimpse of something that looked tasty a few feet away, and tried to move.
A sharp pain and a dangerous gurgle passed through his stomach.
"Come on," Templeton groaned, and he tried to move again. This time, his belly groaned loader. The noises coming from his digestive tract didn't settle- instead they grew louder and more insistent. He winced at the pain.
This was it. He ate too much.
Templeton winced as his stomach shook with fullness. He could feel his gorge shifting upwards. He'd overdone it- he was going to barf. So much delicious food gone to waste- he'd have to start over from scratch- well, that wasn't such an unappetizing idea-
He instinctively clapped a paw over his mouth as he felt himself get ready to erupt. The other paw clutched his belly, as if to will it to calm down. He couldn't hold it all in. He was going to burst.
Templeton opened his mouth and let out an enormous belch.
His stomach calmed down immediately.
"Is that what you wanted?" he mumbled thickly before belching a second time. A third belch ended in a noisy hiccup. Templeton flopped down on his back with a satisfied groan, patting his impossibly round belly with both hands. His stomach gurgled in a way that almost sounded hopeful.
"Ok," he grunted, with another loud hiccup. "Ugh, what a- hic!- night. Just a little break. Then- hic!- back to the gorge. Urrrrrp."
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