My dear child, listen, and I'll feed you a tale. It begins with dinner denied. No bread, no butter, not even dessert. A mean repast by the meanest measure, enough to make a stomach grumble and an ill will stew. Enough to leave a tongue yearning for sugarplums.
You know what's next. It's what happened. An offer, something sweet, something simple, and you swallowed. Children are such trusting people. What you ate grew into a hole deeper than mere hunger: it swallowed you. Now, just as you were served, you shall be served again.
2nd place (out of 79) in the 23rd Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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