Sorry I was so late! My internet connection was cut off for a week, and I was busy with school and whatnot.
I'll do the review responses next week.
Without further ado...
New Year Blues? (Or He-Who-Eats-Too-Many-Rice-Cakes)
Seven days later, Jack was safely back at home. He seemed perfectly alright, apart from a mild stomach ache and a very small appetite.
He was currently snoozing on the floor in front of the fireplace; probably having nightmares from the lecture Elli had given him and Mary after he had regained consciousness. Something about making sure food was fresh before eating and never leaving food in the fridge for more then a year.
Sam was crawling on the floor; he had learnt how to crawl five days ago. He used his new ability often, and of what Mary knew about him so far, he was going to be quite the little mischief-maker.
Jack woke up and yawned, he had realized it was six o'clock, time for the New Year Festival.
He said good-bye to Sam and Mary, kissing the latter on the cheek, and set off to Rose Plaza.
While he was walking through the town, he glanced at the houses, which seemed eerily quiet. It was spooky the way that the houses looked abandoned, even though some people must be home, because not everyone attended the festivals.
"Why?" He wondered out loud. "Maybe some people don't like rice cakes." He told himself.
That was when he realized there was something wrong with the town.
"Who doesn't like rice cakes?" He pondered. "They're yummy, scrumptious, delicious, tasty, appetizing and mouth-watering." Then he remembered they all meant basically the same thing.
He was still thinking out loud as he walked into Rose Plaza, earning him a couple of mystified looks.
"Well, it's six-thirty, time to start the festives!" Announced Thomas.
Some grumbling was heard in a corner, which sounded suspiciously like, "Festives, you call eating a festival?"
"Well Jack," the mayor continued, wearing a bemused smile, "Do you want to be the first to have a taste of the rice cakes? And lets hope somebody didn't slip in red grass like last year!"
Jack eyes brightened. "Rice cakes, here I come!" he yelled, patting his stomach. He instantly ate the first one, only slowing down enough to savor its taste long enough to get the next on in his mouth.
After the third one, he decided to go home so he could share them with Mary and Sam. He put eight of them in his hand, and carried a ninth one like a trophy in his hands.
He walked home quickly, and arrived home in only a matter of minutes. He walked through the door, only to be attacked by Mary the minute he was in the door.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" She yelled. She continued in a calmer voice, "I've had a craving for rice cakes all day."
Women, Jack thought. He was never going to understand them.
Mary unexpectedly kissed Jack right there. She looked so happy, and it was because of the yummy, scrumptious, delicious, tasty, appetizing and mouth-watering rice cakes. At any rate, it looked like this year would be better then the last. Hopefully.
Maybe rice cakes had their uses after all.