"Please, please don't eat me," you beg the giantess leering down at you.
"Why shouldn't I eat you?" asks Wednesday tauntingly.
"I can h-help you with those kids who tease you at school," you whimper.
Wednesday just grins. Clearly you are just amusing her.
"I'm serious!" you say indignantly. "Could you imagine how scared they'll be if you have me crawl down their backs?"
Wednesday was getting curious now. "But how you would any more useful than any insect I could pick off the ground?" she asks you in a sweet-sounding voice.
"Loads of ways. Number one, you've already got me. Number two, I can take orders. For instance, if you order me to jump at a girl you hate, I'll do that. And if you order me to come back to you at the end of the school day, I'll come back to you."
Wednesday pets you with a stroke of her gigantic hand.
"You're so cute," she coos. "I love the way your mind works. You'll be a perfect little pet."
The two of you hear footsteps approaching.
Wednesday whispers, "I'll have to hide you for your own good," before stuffing you into the pocket of her dress.
Then Wednesday's mom, Morticia, opens the door and walks into the room.
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