Author's Note:
A big thanks to my best friend BrokenSpecter (on deviantart) for helping me come up with ideas for this story! Thanks!
The pig looked exactly the same as the one from Caillou's dream. She had pastel pink skin and a simple red sleeveless dress on. Her blush was overdone and ten shades darker than her skin tone. Her piercing black eyes were looking straight at the cashier, rageful and angry.
Caillou stood there, staring at her for a few seconds. How was she so beautiful?
She suddenly turned around.
"Why are you staring at me?!" She said in a heavy British accent.
Caillou didn't respond, too fazed by her perfect features.
She snorted twice. "Why are you staring at me?!" She had started raising her voice.
Caillou suddenly realized that she was talking to him. His face turned as red as a tomato.
"I-I was ju-just star-aring off into space..."
He responded, embarrassed.
"Well then, stop staring at me!" She yelled.
Everyone was now staring at Caillou. He panicked and ran out of the door, tripping on a french fry that had been carelessly tossed on the floor. He got up as fast as he could, wiped his bottom of any dirt that had been caught in his shorts, and kept running all the way to Mommy's house.
When he stepped inside the kitchen, he started sobbing and fell to the floor as if his legs were twigs that snapped. His mommy got up from the couch and ran over to Caillou, hugging him.
"What happened, sweetie?" Mommy asked in a comforting voice.
Caillou continued sobbing, too embarrassed to speak.
"Do you want me to give you some crackers?" She suggested.
Caillou shook his head. After what had happened at the fast food restaurant, he didn't want to eat.
"How about some cookies?" She tried.
Caillou was addicted to sugar as much as he was to alcohol. His head perked up at the word "cookies" and he jumped up.
"Yes, Mommy! I wanna eat cookies!"
She chuckled. "Alright, Caillou. Go watch some Television while I make them."