Life sure was strange for the melon-colored noodle. Having been 'blessed' with a bowl with some unknown other parent - A bowl that had TEETH no less. And now a blessed bowl with a
kit in it that had already almost been eaten by another right before his eyes.
How was one supposed to be a parent? How was one supposed to raise such a bitey little thing?
"Well, Munchy... Let's get you something to snack oh, hm?""Food! Food!" The little kit exclaimed excitedly as he pranced over to the counter to wait with his bowl.
"Uh, okay. Okay okay, careful now, okay? Please, wait here and don't.... Don't wander off. If you need me, shout REAL loud!" Was he doing this parenting thing right? Was Munchy going to grow up and be... Normal? Good? What even WAS normal? Ugh...
Fret, fret, fret. That's all he found himself doing lately when it came to his child.
Is that someone else here? That sure is ! Ah ! Maybe they can help.
"H--hey! Hey uh, hello? Stranger.""Stranger danger!" Munchy calls out with a giggle.