NOTE: The toaster shot my bread to the ceiling and gravity sucked the cereal to the floor. The only safe place was counter space.
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From the Oneword “rustling”:
Jean heard rustling in the bushes under the kitchen window. She blasted through the screen door and down the steps banging a pot with a wooden spoon. “Shoo! Shoo!” she yelled into the bushes. The rustling stopped. A rubbery snout with plastic fangs popped out. Jean screamed. “You will be tasty with my elderberries,” a growly old woman’s voice said. “Oh for crissakes, Mother!” Jean huffed. “You’ve been spitting out your pills again haven’t you?!”