Mrs. Fitzgerald, a slim Fox mother stands there with a bulging belly. It squirms with great urgency.
"What's a little meal like you doing here?" She asks while rubbing her struggling belly.
You stare at her belly. "I came to see Tommy." You say.
"Well, he's right here." She says with a giggle and a par to her belly.
You chuckle. "How was he?" You ask.
"Absolutely delectable. I'm so proud of my baby becoming food at last." She says. "As would your mother be as soon as you have. How about you come in and feed one of my kids."
