Ginger and Tommy, peace at last, Lord.

"I'm hungry," Tommy said, cluthing his stomach, which suddenly felt hollow and distant. This prompted a sharp pain. "Argh!" he cried. "My tummy feels like staples!"

"That's stupid." Said Ginger. But then she caught herself, as Tommy stomach erupted like a tiny volcano, and hundreds of ants sprayed out. "Ohmygosh."

Tommy stared at his swollen, distended stomach. It looked like a balloon, except it had an opening, and was full of ants. I had a balloon like that, he thought. One year at the fair. "Remember?" he asked Ginger. "That time at the fair? I shouldn't have eaten so many hot dogs."

"I remember," Ginger said. But she couldn't. She couldn't ever remember going to the fair with this stupid kid, and besides that, the ants were stinging her, and she was thirsty. "Hey,"she said. "I'm gong home. This is really stupid."

She was right; it was. And Tommy gurgled as the ants carried him away, over the hill and into some unfathomable tunnel.