"L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks"
Leo, a young simple minded lad, who doesn't care about a lot of things, just a snack or two and he's golden. Though to his parents, they worry for his wellbeing and health, trying to lead on a less dangerous path, but no, too late, one reaps on one's so, what else is there to say?
They would everything for their child, spoiling him, backfired, and they are paying for it. They could through all the treatments to keep this at bay, at least something to have him learn a lesson. Something at best, to change all this, that is their son, Leo who has a stomach that is really a black hole. They started out simple with just limit of snacks.
Then moved to other choices that filled the need he was looking for in these colorful treats. Finding hobbies that would fill in space that didn't keep him seated for long. They just kept the list of trying going and going, but one point or another, it would work against them. Leo liked the way things were, without his parents butting in. Leo was happy just as he was. Over time, his parents tired, without him catching on, it was small things.
Anything at this point, going to doctors were a last chance to do, but what else is there now? They wanted to save their son from dying from his own, thickness of blunt gluttony. The doctor who they spoke with, they hung on every word to what he said, to the end. The parents followed every bit, switching out everything that is good to make it sicken. So they did. Yet, somehow, someway, Leo didn't change.
Not in the ways they had hope for, until finding out on how he was cheating them out. Finding that bag of candy of gumdrops, they had to fixed, and soon. In that mindset that, remember the doctor's words, they filled the bag with colorful small tacks that match well with the candy.
Mixing them around to where, at sight, no one could tell. Placing the bag back in place and waiting for their son to learn his lesson now. If anything, this had to work, what else was there that wouldn't go public. They were hoping for that.
Later on, another bitter day with his parents again, Leo goes off, grabbing that certain bag of candy, going where he loved to eat them. By a painting that matches the humor he knew of. Snacking away on his candy, blissfully unknowing as he greedily took handfuls each time.
Till one swallow hurt. His hand, throat, stomach were just in pain, his shirt for some reason was tinted a deep color and the pain grew. Leo tried to call out, but his throat was scrap so badly, he couldn't speak, the blood sunk through his lips and hand. It came to him, something was wrong with the candy, and just chucks the bag away from him.
Noticed the glint of metal from the bag, he tries again to call out, being nothing more than sitting in a puddle of his blood. He wanted to move, but it only made the pain worst. So there Leo sat there, bleeding to death, having only the copper and sweet linger in his mouth, as just closed his eyes.
Sleeping it looked like, and to that, remains as so, Leo was sleeping.