Your mother pauses, unsure of where your voice came from. She looks around the room, trying to trace it. "Carol?" she calls.
"I'm down here, mom!" you cry out from beneath the chips.
Unsure of her sanity now, your mother slowly brushes the chips off of you. When she sees you, she gives a start and has to steady herself against the table.
"Oh, God, Carol!" she says, uneasily. "What on earth happened?"
"I wish I knew."
"I mean, my God, I could have EATEN you, Carol!"
Overcome with relief, you let out a laugh. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. How do you think we can fix--"
Without warning, your mother grabs hold of you and lifts you off the plate. Startled, you manage to stammer out a quick "What are you doing?" as she strides briskly into the kitchen, to which she answers ...
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