"Well..." you begin. “What happened? How did you get so big? C’mon, stop crying, it’s not bad being big - my dad and my brother, heck all family except me are big guys.”
Jack looks at you, and his eyes look drier. “That’s right!” he says, almost defiantly. “Your brother is a big guy, isn’t he? Not as big as me,” he adds with a wobble in his voice as he looks down at himself, “but a whole lot bigger than you! He’s probably twice your size! And people don’t make fun of him, do they?”
“No, I think he’d pound them into mush if they tried.”
“Hey, that’s true, he would, wouldn’t he?” says Jack, looking happier. He experimentally pounds his well padded right fist into his left palm. “I’m bigger than those kids, I could do that too!”
“Do you know how to fight?” you ask.
“Not really,” admits Jack. “Maybe your brother could teach me?” he adds hopefully.
“I dunno if he’d want to. But I could teach you. I think the first thing is though, you gotta be strong.”
“Well, I was pretty strong before this happened,” Jack replied, looking down at his expansive gut.
“Yeah, well, if you don’t mind, I gotta ask, how did you get so big?” you finally ask. “You weren’t big when school ended.”
“Well,” replies Jack, “you see, I was out walking in this fog when...
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