Arnold (5)
Little Tommy woke up in a leafy part of a tree top.
“Did you have a nice snooze?” asked Arnold.
“Not really.” Tommy replied. “I had strange nightmares that someone was about to eat me.”
“Fancy that.” shrugged Arnold while he stirred a cauldron of steaming vegetable soup.
“What’s that you’re at?” inquired Tommy. “Your bath.” answered Arnold.
Tommy roared laughing and fell backwards holding his jiggly tummy.
“Good joke fuzzy man.” he chortled.
Arnold wasn’t the best cook in the world and he wasn’t at all sure how to cook meat and to be quite honest he was less keen on the idea with every passing minute. At last he could stand it no more. It’s survival or die he said to himself. Then he stomped over to where Tommy was leafing through a girlie magazine and seriously doubting his furry friend’s sanity. Arnold grabbed him and swallowed him whole. He didn’t even add the soup. Not one bone crunched, he slid down nicely and landed in one of Arnold’s six stomachs.
Silence landed with a thump.