Little bro Treak, Kip, went to the kitchen and got hold of the chocolates on the top of the fridge.
Ferrero Rochelle, he mumbled. Being a kid, Kip often confused spellings, the latest victim being Rocher. Naturally, the entity of the name took revenge, changing the contents to Rochelle salt.
Kip was clueless about this. He gobbled down the goodies. After ten minutes, he felt a strange fizz, then a whizz. His belly bloated instantaneously, twice his size.
He struggled to the garden, where he got pulled up by the ferocious wind. He was gone.
Moments later, the couple arrived.
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Classaesium Treakite
Short StoryA amalgam of stories, each with a count of 100 words.
