The walls of the room were damp and sticky. Little Goodrip looked around. It was like a cavern. A small light extended out in the distance.
"Chocolate. Stew?" Little Goodrip's mind was a flurry. Where was It?
The light came closer. Brighter. Harder. SCORCHING-ER. Little Goodrips eyes, now carrotified, melted from Its skull momentarily.
"Welcome. Child." The voice was low and groany. Was it the light?
"Do you take.. home deliveries...?" Little Goodrip was scared. Scared of the menacing light. Whom of which was sure to eat Its pancreas! NO!
As the light became lighter, a eerie smell filled the enclosure. What was that?
The Jenkins dog? Gary the Postman? Jingles the Allidile?
No...
This smell was much more pungent. Much more robust. much more... brown.
MAPLE. SYRUP.
What emerged from the light was a tiddly thing.
A piddly thing.
But not a giggly thing.
It was the all knowing, all seeing, Turtle foetus of yore.
The pre-living legend!
"Child..." The foetus spoke. "Welcome to my domain. My Universe."
Maple syrup secreted all over its tender body. Sticking in its throat, making each word low and gurgly.
"Do you come in a twelve pack?" After Its inter-dimensional belly button journey, Little Goodrip was starved.
The maple syrup lingered in the air. Almost intoxicating in the cramped hallway of a cave. Little Goodrips retinas enlarged at the heavenly sight.
"Poor creature. You look famished. Come. I have some tea and crumpets at the end of the universe." The sticky soft shell bubbled a little as the turtle talked.
Yum.
Little Goodrip smiled.
And ate the foetus.
Chew. Chew. Chew.
The Foetus screamed in muffled maple syrup terror.
After a joyful gulp, the universe imploded.
and the fat man on the outside world was then trampled by a freak dandelion pollination ritual.
