“Boy, I sure am hungry.” The boy realized, rubbing his grumbling gut. “Don’t worry belly, I’m sure I can find some tasty breakfast around her somewhere.” The boy tromped into the woods until he came to a clearing occupied by a single tent. The giant crouched down, pinching the top of the fabric and pulling it off the ground with ease, revealing a very startled hunter staring up at the giant.
“Hello, ‘breakfast’!” The boy teased, plucking the hunter up and dropping the tent back on the ground. “It was so nice of you to camp nearby, all ready and waiting for me to wake up and come eat ya.”
“Wh-what?! What are you- kid, put me down!” The terrified camper yelled, panicking as he was raised up towards the boys wide open mouth.
The boy just laughed. “Don’t worry, the only place you’re going is down- down my throat, that is!” He opened his mouth even wider, showing off the back of his throat. His whole mouth was glistening with saliva as the boys tastebuds got ready to have another yummy treat all to themselves. Unable to wait any longer, the boy tossed the screaming morsel into his mouth, appreciating the unique flavor compared to how his dad had tasted.
Feeling too hungry to savor his food for long, the boy soon tilted his head back, gulping down the stranger who had picked a very unlucky place to set up base. “The hunter became the hunted.” The boy teased, feeling his breakfast plop into his eager tummy. The kid giggled, feeling the hunter thrashing around in there as the rumblings got even louder, the starving stomach anxious for his arrival. “Have fun becoming my farts, lil guy.”
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