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The glossy white fridge door was wide open. But,

but, but… he hadn’t even touched it… And then suddenly,

out popped a creature and jumped on the floor, next to

him. “Why, hello there,” it said, scratching its head,

nonchalantly.

He looked around nervously. Was his dad in the

kitchen? Had mom suddenly

appeared and caught him in the

act. Was it Tim, his younger

brother, who liked to follow him

around wherever he was?

No, nobody was in sight. So

he looked back towards the

floor and scooted a

few feet away from

this creature. Yet, wait!

It was a combination of a

creature and something that looked vaguely familiar.

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