Jacques, CRUMBLE

I bump into Sarah's Parents, And Barf

Okay. I've bumped into Clarissa. Been there, done that. If I were a tiny mouse, she'd spot me right away. It's like she has a sense to spy me out. I was walking back home with Sarah again. But it was a bit different than usual. Clarissa usually had a limo to pick her up, but for some reason she was walking. And she bumped into me. Again. "You! Seriously Jacques; you must be a clumsy butt to be bumping into me every hour! Ugh! Anyway, want to walk with me rather than this weird girl?" she eyed Sarah like she was a weird, strange and funky looking creature.

I shrugged and walked away with Sarah, tagging along.

"Whoa, dude, you actually turned down Clarissa? You must be immune to cuddly cuteness. Want to see where my bakery is?" she waved her hand, signaling me to come. I cautiously stepped forward as the little bakery barely peeked over the side of the trees. Besides the fact that it's small, it looked (from the outside,) quite warm, quiet, and makes someone have a sweet tingle on the back of your neck, then you shrug it off and feel confident.

"You must have a great time in there. I bet you have cookies every day. I can already smell the delectable sweets in the tiny place." I blushed by my embarrassing comment.

Sarah squinted at me like I was crazy. "Dude, that bakery isn't mine. It's the one next to it."

I bugged my eyes and shuffled towards the left. There, smack down in the middle of the field, was a vicious looking brick-building, as though to say 'come here little peeps, I won't bite, I've got cookies on the go here! Come in, come in....' I stared in disappointment.

"What? Stop gawking and start walking!" she said rolling her eyes as though I was a deer just standing there. I stepped forward and rolled down the hill. I landed with a thump against the hard un-watered grass. I got up abruptly.

"Jacques! *giggle* I forgot to mention, there is a deep hill if u step forward."

I scowled at the ground. "Yeah? Well the grass feels like someone scorched it for 100 years! It hurts; I think I got a cut!" I examined the running liquid on the hand and face. The dribbles dropped to the grass, and the weirdest thing happened; the dry soil seemed to capture the drop, and bring it down somewhere, then it turned back to normal. I leaped back. "SARAH! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!? DOES YOUR DAD OR MOM PLANT MAN EATING SOIL HERE?!"

She raised an eyebrow and went down the hill. She leaned forward to see what I was talking about. "What do you mean Jacques? It's dry soil; that's all." She shrugged.

I kicked the soil just in case. We started walking towards the house.

My first impression; run away. The house looked like the second candy house in disguise. I was waiting for a blind witch looking out the window to eat us up after we eat her treats.

"Wait here." said Sarah.

I didn't argue. She knocked on the door three times as the door made a click sound and the door opened making a huge gust of gingerbread cookies, chocolate cookies, banana bread, and more others. "Dad! Mom! I'm home! Jacques is also here!" exclaimed Sarah, as two big figures stepped into the light.

What I saw was a horror. What Sarah saw was probably her parents. Let me try to make your head less suffering after you read this. Her mom... big, scary, black, greasy hair, cookie dough all over her hands, her big chubby nose hanging down as though she was wearing a fake mask. Her feet, so big, the toes were hanging out of the boots, her teeth were as yellow as cheddar cheese, and the finger nails all torn up and black. Her dad... you can describe him as a rotten cheese bun. He was slightly chubby, and he had huge beefy arms, his moustache and beard had cookie dough probably rotted to the last bit, and his eyes, having a far-away look to it. His nose as red as a cherry tomato, and his feet, super hairy.