*Author's Note* I love honey roasted peanuts. The only problem is that
their sugar gets all over your fingers.
Anyway hope you enjoy and REVIEW!
*Disclaimer* I don't own anything, but I wish I owned the moon.
Quina likes to form intimate relationships with its food before sending it to its doom in the bowels of its digestive tract. So, Quina will sometimes have a "Me and My Food" bonding workshop before consumption. Nothing special really. Just a little time to reflect on the importance of what it means to be a digestible. Quina can digest many things. It spends a lot of time reflecting.
Quina's "eating workshops" can be as simple as thinking, "this is yummy," or as complex as a six day ritual involving torches, tea leaves, and freeze- dried broccoli. Whatever the case, the "Bag of Gummies Incident" is no exception.
Phase 2 - Eating of food
Quina had to find just the right place for the reflection of the bag of gummies. For reasons beyond human comprehension, the gummies held god-like meaning to Quina. In its eyes, the extreme powers of the universe were kept inside the six-gram clumps of sugary sweetness.
After all, what can't gummies do?
Quina waddled along a path though Alexandria Central Park. The park was a good place to eat gummies- green grass, birds singing in the trees, and most importantly no evil people around to steal the all-powerful gummies.
Quina spotted a shady spot beneath an oak tree. It was calm, comfy, and serene-perfect. She/He shuffled over and sat down, leaning its immense weight against the tree.
She/He reverently inspected the bag of gummies. On the front, a cute moogle mascot was eating some of the candy. It had a large speech bubble that said, "Kupo! Gummies are Good! Kupo!"
On the other side were the nutrient facts and the over-exaggerated description of the product that no one reads. Tiny little letters at the bottom of the bag read, "Manufacturer is not responsible for accidents caused from the possible sugar high resulting from the consumption of this product."
Quina didn't really know what that meant, but it didn't matter. It was time for the good part.
She/He gripped the bag with its chubby fingers and began to pull. Her/his whole body began to tremble with the sheer thought of the gummies. their taste, their smell, every ounce of the gummies capabilities were going to be revealed!
If only Quina could get the bag open!
"Arughhhhhhhh!!!" yelled Quina as he/she threw up her/his hands in frustration. Some of the birds from the nearby trees flew away. Then it was quiet. And then Quina noticed the "tear here" mark.
"Oh"
Once Quina succeeded in opening the bag, she/he took out one of the sugar- coated wonders. It was perfect, bite-sized, yellow and red, the most beautiful thing Quina had ever seen.
"Whoa. gummy."
She/he held it up to the light to see the rainbow refracted from its sugar crystals. So beautiful. It striked more awe than Victoria Falls, the Great Pyramid, and Brad Pitt combined.
Now to eat it. Quina placed the gummy on its tongue. The sweet feeling produced by the gummy was overwhelming. He/She rolled her tongue up into her mouth. Its saliva mixed with the sugars of the gummy, producing an awesome array of flavors and sensations.
Quina's eyes rolled back in its head. Chewing the gummy and feeling its tough texture inside its mouth was wonderful. Quina wanted to keep the gummy in its mouth forever but it turned into a mushy blob and Quina was forced to swallow. Quina felt the gummy go down her/his esophagus and into its stomach.
"Whoa. oh. g, gummy so good."
Quina leaned against the tree and looked down at the bag of gummies beside her/him. They were so great.
"I'll save them for later," thought Quina.
Quina then looked up at the sky. The gummy experience had fully exhausted her/him. She/He closed its eyes and rested its head on the trunk of the tree. A little nap wouldn't hurt.
Quina's last thoughts were of the gummy before she/he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later.
Quina awoke to a small rubbing against its side. He/She looked down to see an extremely fuzzy and twitching ball of hair. Quina shifted her weight to get a better few of the fur-ball when its head turned around. Staring back at Quina was an over-the-top cute and fluffy squirrel.
"Awww" cooed Quina, "lookie at the cute little squirrelly."
Quina reached down to pet the squirrel when it jumped out of his/her reach. In its place was the bag of gummies.
Empty.
"Y, you." stuttered Quina.
The squirrel looked at Quina and tilted its head.
"You EVIL EVIL SQUIRREL!!!" yelled Quina, "You have eaten the gummies!"
The squirrel gave Quina a "no shit" look before turning and jumping away.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
*Authors note* Poor Quina! Her/his gummies were taken away. How will Quina deal with the loss now that
Phase 3: thoughts of food
is the next chapter? Stay tuned to find out. OH! And be really really nice and REVIEW!
Anyway hope you enjoy and REVIEW!
*Disclaimer* I don't own anything, but I wish I owned the moon.
Quina likes to form intimate relationships with its food before sending it to its doom in the bowels of its digestive tract. So, Quina will sometimes have a "Me and My Food" bonding workshop before consumption. Nothing special really. Just a little time to reflect on the importance of what it means to be a digestible. Quina can digest many things. It spends a lot of time reflecting.
Quina's "eating workshops" can be as simple as thinking, "this is yummy," or as complex as a six day ritual involving torches, tea leaves, and freeze- dried broccoli. Whatever the case, the "Bag of Gummies Incident" is no exception.
Phase 2 - Eating of food
Quina had to find just the right place for the reflection of the bag of gummies. For reasons beyond human comprehension, the gummies held god-like meaning to Quina. In its eyes, the extreme powers of the universe were kept inside the six-gram clumps of sugary sweetness.
After all, what can't gummies do?
Quina waddled along a path though Alexandria Central Park. The park was a good place to eat gummies- green grass, birds singing in the trees, and most importantly no evil people around to steal the all-powerful gummies.
Quina spotted a shady spot beneath an oak tree. It was calm, comfy, and serene-perfect. She/He shuffled over and sat down, leaning its immense weight against the tree.
She/He reverently inspected the bag of gummies. On the front, a cute moogle mascot was eating some of the candy. It had a large speech bubble that said, "Kupo! Gummies are Good! Kupo!"
On the other side were the nutrient facts and the over-exaggerated description of the product that no one reads. Tiny little letters at the bottom of the bag read, "Manufacturer is not responsible for accidents caused from the possible sugar high resulting from the consumption of this product."
Quina didn't really know what that meant, but it didn't matter. It was time for the good part.
She/He gripped the bag with its chubby fingers and began to pull. Her/his whole body began to tremble with the sheer thought of the gummies. their taste, their smell, every ounce of the gummies capabilities were going to be revealed!
If only Quina could get the bag open!
"Arughhhhhhhh!!!" yelled Quina as he/she threw up her/his hands in frustration. Some of the birds from the nearby trees flew away. Then it was quiet. And then Quina noticed the "tear here" mark.
"Oh"
Once Quina succeeded in opening the bag, she/he took out one of the sugar- coated wonders. It was perfect, bite-sized, yellow and red, the most beautiful thing Quina had ever seen.
"Whoa. gummy."
She/he held it up to the light to see the rainbow refracted from its sugar crystals. So beautiful. It striked more awe than Victoria Falls, the Great Pyramid, and Brad Pitt combined.
Now to eat it. Quina placed the gummy on its tongue. The sweet feeling produced by the gummy was overwhelming. He/She rolled her tongue up into her mouth. Its saliva mixed with the sugars of the gummy, producing an awesome array of flavors and sensations.
Quina's eyes rolled back in its head. Chewing the gummy and feeling its tough texture inside its mouth was wonderful. Quina wanted to keep the gummy in its mouth forever but it turned into a mushy blob and Quina was forced to swallow. Quina felt the gummy go down her/his esophagus and into its stomach.
"Whoa. oh. g, gummy so good."
Quina leaned against the tree and looked down at the bag of gummies beside her/him. They were so great.
"I'll save them for later," thought Quina.
Quina then looked up at the sky. The gummy experience had fully exhausted her/him. She/He closed its eyes and rested its head on the trunk of the tree. A little nap wouldn't hurt.
Quina's last thoughts were of the gummy before she/he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later.
Quina awoke to a small rubbing against its side. He/She looked down to see an extremely fuzzy and twitching ball of hair. Quina shifted her weight to get a better few of the fur-ball when its head turned around. Staring back at Quina was an over-the-top cute and fluffy squirrel.
"Awww" cooed Quina, "lookie at the cute little squirrelly."
Quina reached down to pet the squirrel when it jumped out of his/her reach. In its place was the bag of gummies.
Empty.
"Y, you." stuttered Quina.
The squirrel looked at Quina and tilted its head.
"You EVIL EVIL SQUIRREL!!!" yelled Quina, "You have eaten the gummies!"
The squirrel gave Quina a "no shit" look before turning and jumping away.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
*Authors note* Poor Quina! Her/his gummies were taken away. How will Quina deal with the loss now that
Phase 3: thoughts of food
is the next chapter? Stay tuned to find out. OH! And be really really nice and REVIEW!