In Which Something Happens, But We Aren't Sure What

There once was a man that was part goldfish. His name was Winifred Ginifred. Win-Gin. Or that's what people called him, at least. His talents included many things, but he was well known for spontaneously consuming human offspring, that is to say, he ate babies. The town was so pleased with his strange talent that they would make as many babies as they could, and then some, just to see Winifred Ginifred galump them.

You see, these babies Win-Gin consumed didn't just disappear as one might think, they became a part of him- and in a way, he became a part of them, he supposed. "Hey, it's baby eating night!" cried the Mayor. The galumping continued every Friday and Tuesday. Little did the Mayor know that with each baby Win-Gin grew a little bigger and stronger. Indeed, the first babies he consumed were growing smart.

As Celery the keyholder locked the swimming pool, Win-gin felt something he hadn't he hadn't felt for... he'd never felt it actually. He felt discontent. "Wouldn't it be more prudent to leave the doors unlocked, so you don't need to come again to unlock them in the morning?" Win-gin gurgled with a purr. Celery looked confused. "Don't... lock the door." Win-gin repeated. Celery had a look of understanding pass over his face. He put his fist over his chest, "My liege, if it pleases you."

"Yes," said Wingin, "I would like one of those taffies." Celery reached into his bag and tossed Wingin a couple. "Stupid plot, always twisting," Celery muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Wingin snapped. "Nothing father," Celery looked at his bedroom wall. Wingn gave a curt nod and stalked out of the room.

Celery laid down on his bed, staring at the star stickers on his ceiling. They had been there as long as he could remember, which wasn't long at all actually. He sighed and wished his father wasn't so hard on him. "Harry Wimberdale, get off my bus!" he whispered sarcastically, before turning his pillow to the wet side and laying down. As he drifted off to sleep, he listened to some strange music in his subconscious.

Wngn burped and picked the keys up from the ground.