The moment she heard the faint "Plop" Francine knew what had happened. A quick nonchalant glance into her half eaten bowl of cereal confirmed it. There was her little visitor clinging to a cereal bit. Great, now what was she going to do?
"Is there something wrong, Francine? " Her mother asked.
"Oh no, everything's fine. What was that you were saying?" Francine dipped her spoon into her cereal. Everything was FAR from fine. What was she going to do? She couldn't get him out. Not with her family watching. She scooped up a load of cereal in the corner of her bowl, away from Ash. At least this way he'll know she wasn't intentionally trying to eat him.
Down in the bowl, and beyond the hearing capability of the giants, Ash was screaming. He had screamed a profanity on the way down and a swear word caught in his throat as his body hit the cold milk. Breaking the surface he reached for and held onto the closest sugary bit of marshmallow cereal. He was wiping the milk from his eyes in time to see the spoon dive into the milk some distance away and rise up with cereal. He looked up and saw it disappear into Francine's mouth. He cried out, but his voice was too far away to be heard. What he'd been picturing just moments before was now coming true. It was honey I shrunk the kids, but he didn't have a dog to save his ass!
It wasn't until the second or third spoon full that Ash began to realize he didn't have anything to fear. Francine was looking down and deliberately missing him. He relaxed. She knew he was there. He began to enjoy the show. After all, it wasn't every day you got to see someone eating cereal from the perspective of the cereal.
Francine's mind was racing for a solution. She was running out of cereal to eat, and she still had to get Ash out of her bowl. Every idea she came up with wouldn't work. Unless...
'Sorry Ash.' she thought as she lowered the spoon for her last spoon full.
Ash never thought for a moment that Francine would actually scoop him up. Though he had no idea how he was getting out of her bowl, the last thing he considered was that she'd have no choice. So it came to quite a surprise when the spoon descended and he was lifted upward. He was in her spoon, just him and a lone marshmallow bit. The last thing in her bowl now in her spoon. Francine's huge primate mouth filled his vision. He saw her jawline move up and down as she finished chewing the previous mouthful of cereal. There was a loud gulp.
"Francine, you could've just drank that down with the milk." He heard her Sister say.
The mouth in front of him smiled and replied. "You know they say, the last bites the best.”
Ash let out a scream that was barely heard by the 8 year old 'Sorry Ash' Francine thought as she opened her mouth.
To Ash, it was a sight of awe and Terror. Teeth three times his size, a huge tongue dipped down as if to accept this new treat, and beyond a gaping abyss.
The spoon scraped against enamel as it entered the interior of the mouth and everything went dark. As the spoon slid out from underneath him he was pressed up against the roof of the mouth. His ears popped as the air pressure changed and there was a loud gulp. He then felt the jaw rise up and down as Francine pretended to chew.
Rising from the table, Francine picked up her bowl and as she walked away pretended to drink the rest of her milk. She then quietly poured out the milk into the sink before placing the bowl and spoon into the dishwasher. She then
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