The boy came tumbling out of the bag, onto the kitchen counter. Standing over him was a giant tazmanian devil. She was happily humming to her self while pulling condiments out of a nearby cabinet. "Well I better get started making the kids there lunch." she sighed. She noticed the young boy staring at her. "Ohh, hey my name is Jean, whats yours?" "Food" the boy thought with despair. "My name is Bushlad, miss. My tribe says I must capture a tazmanian devil to become a man." She smiled sweetly at him. "Well I see at least you can behave yourself. Most humans kick and scream right to the very end, I'm glad to see your not one of them." She began to cover his body in slick, melted, butter. She then covered him head to toe with salt and pepper. He looked up at her scared. "Dont worry, I'm sure you will be just delicious!" He wondered how being delicious was supposed to make him feel any better. "Umm, thank you for saying so miss." he replied meekly. "Well aren't you the cutest thing? So calm and well mannered, I have half a mind to gobble you up myself!"
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