“Whoa, let me tell you something, little man,” your grandfather says, licking his lips. “She was definitely a tasty morsel.”
You take a step closer, wide eyed and speechless, looking at the squirming lump of your sister shifting around in his gut.
“She was wrong about one thing though,” your grandfather says, stroking his beard.
“What’s that?” you ask, placing a hand against his bulging hairy belly.
“She wasn’t enough to make me feel stuffed,” he says with a wink and a smile.
Then...