Prompt #6. Characters: Fawful, Cackletta.

A young beanish played with his shoal. He freed his hands, and was able to firmly grab the stool to pull it to the cupboard.

His mistress was not home, so he was on his own to make lunch. He decided with his favorite. Sandwiches.

He already acquired his mustard of doom, non-meat bologna, and the only thing missing was the mold to hold his tasty morsel together.

He looked around, and grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

He chucked it at the wall.

"FAWFUL HATES MOLD."

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