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"Sanitary pads? Warren, you're disgust--"

I paused when I got a closer look at them, there were illustrations in white of possums playing different instruments on the first one I picked up, there was a possum playing violins, then there was one with a trumpet, one with an electric guitar and so forth.

"Warren..." I said nervously. "Are these...drugs?"

"Better than drugs, Harold." Warren replied. "Better than anything you've ever seen in your life. These are..." Warren paused for dramatic effect. "Magic seeds" Warren said in one of those silly slapstick creepy voices kids used when they told horror stories at sleepovers.

For the first time today, I let out a proper, genuine laugh. I had pinned down Warren as many things but a drug addict wasn't one of them.

"Yeah right" I said.

"Look Harold, I know you think I'm a few sandwiches, ya grandma's banana cake and a bottle of orange juice short of my picnic but -" Warren tore open a bright pink packet, before I could process what was happening. Warren was chugging the contents of the packet.

"Holy crap, Warren, noooo!" I shouted but it was too late, immediately Warren's breathing became impaired, it didn't take long for me to realise he was choking. My breathing quickened and I felt like my brain was working at such a fast pace that everything in it was just a blur. I started to wish I'd paid more attention in our first aid lesson, if only me and Bark hadn't wasted all that time making the dummy do fortnite dances. I went from behind Warren and wrapped one arm around his body and used the other to pat him on the back. It seemed to do the trick. Warren started coughing out an eternal mass of hashbrowns, wait, what the heck? Hash Browns. When on earth did Warren eat --

Warren grinned like a cat who's just slurped up the world's juiciest mouse. I felt like a mouse swallowed up by confusion.

"Told ya they were magic" Warren said in a voice so smug and proud that if I wasn't at the height of confusion I would've slapped him in the face.

"Tell me everything," I said slowly.

Warren held up a pink packet, "The pink ones are the magic potato seeds." he said, "Plant them and you can get any form of potatoes you want. Hot chips, roast potatoes, crisps --"

"Hash Browns." I interrupted.

"What gave it away?" Warren joked.

"See these bad boys?" Warren pulled out a blue packet from his bag. How many of those damn things did he have? "The magic bean seeds" He picked up the pink packet again. "Combine those with the potato seeds and you get..." He let out another pause for dramatic effect. Ironically, though I was looking forward to what he had to say; "Baked potato with baked beans."

"No way," I gasped. "That's awesome."

"It just gets better." Warren grinned and pulled up the green packet. "Magic tomato seeds."

"Let me guess you can grow ketchup up from the ground." I said.

"If you think hard enough it sprouts up in a bottle."

Warren talked me through all the packets. There were magic rhubarb seeds. Although unfortunately the same rules didn't apply with the ketchup, Warren recalled trying to grow rhubarb and having to pick up big puddles of the red hairy stuff from out of the dirt with his bare hands. "I had to skip school for a week. I'd gotten so sick from eating all that compost." he'd laughed. There were magic apple seeds, Warren even had a candy apple tree in his bedroom. There were magic strawberry seeds, Warren had an unlimited collection of strawberry flavoured gum and there were even magic pellets you could use to feed chickens that makes them shoot out any form of egg you desire.