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Head Back, Turn in the Word, Eat from Wilbur (ID #1326836)
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Templeton dragged himself back towards Wilbur's pen, overwhelmed by his first night of unhindered gorging. He'd stopped a few times on the way to give himself time to digest, and his stomach had gotten somewhat more manageable in size, but that didn't make the trek easy. Too exhausted to attempt to climb over the fence, he flopped down right next to Wilbur's pen, one paw resting on his swollen belly, the other paw clutching the words he'd found.
He was awakened not by the fact that the sun came up, but by a much more familiar sound.
Wilbur was being slopped.
Despite the rat delicacies littered all around him, Templeton couldn't help but perk up at the familiar sound and smell. Well, he was hungry from all that traveling, and he couldn't help it that he liked eating Wilbur's food. He set to work dragging himself over the bottom plank of the pen's fence.
"I'm back," he announced huskily, and he tumbled to the ground with a messy flop. His stomach was still a little more swollen than he thought it would be, but digestion had rendered his whole body soft and squishy. Charlotte barely hid her disgust.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Here are your words, madam," he snarled. He tossed the two words aside and dragged himself towards the food. While the pig and the spider were looking at the words he'd found, he managed to clamber up into Wilbur's trough and begin slurping up the satisfying swill.
"These won't do at all," said Charlotte. "We don't want the crowd to be reminded of barbecue!" Templeton ignored her, swallowing down a large chunk of what might have once been bread, or maybe lettuce. He'd already made a nice dent in Wilbur's breakfast, and now he was inclined to swallow the whole thing. He started gulping down huge mouthfuls of liquid, and he grinned inside as his stomach began to bloat.
"Fine," he said, licking his lips, once he'd guzzled down the last of the fluid. "I'll go out again tonight." Wilbur and Charlotte were talking about something that Templeton ignored. He manuevered his swollen body down into the trough and began working on the more solid parts of Wilbur's breakfast. He devoured what had clearly been a donut, along with some vegetables and pasta. The last thing he swallowed was a chicken bone, before stretching out comfortably in the trough. His renewed fullness made him sleepy again, and he let his eyes close.
He was disturbed by a very angry pig.
"Templeton! Did you eat my entire breakfast!?" Wilbur was staring down his snout at him, the way he did when he was being annoying. Sometimes he really hated his dependency on Wilbur's food.
"No," he lied, licking his lips. "Sure, blame the- hic- rat." He gave his swollen stomach an affection pat.
"It would serve you right if you came down with an acute attack of indigestion," Charlotte sniffed.
"My stomach can handle- hic- anything," he replied, with a satisfied burp.
"Well, I hope it can handle finding a better word than 'salty.'"
Templeton waved a paw dismissively and allowed himself to doze off for a second time that morning.
"This has been a night," he mumbled. And there was still more to come.
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