Peter had been living happily lately, eating and drinking his fill every day. Even his beanpole frame had grown into a slightly thicker beanpole.
His buddy Ned was a different story. He had successfully evolved from a chubby kid into a chubby kid who had gained twenty pounds.
His weight had shot up like a rocket, and his belly jiggled whenever he walked.
Peter looked at Ned worriedly. "If this keeps up, do you think you'll turn into a ball?"
Ned pinched his belly, looking equally glum. "I want to lose weight too, but circumstances won't allow it."
"Then how about we build some LEGO?"
"That way, we won't get called out to eat."
John's enthusiastic feeding had become a heavy burden on the boys.
They were happy, sure, but their bodies were even healthier.
Ned feasted outside every day now, and when he came home, his grandmother practically wanted to yank a handful of grass off the lawn for his dinner.
Even Peter couldn't take it anymore. May told him with a death glare not to eat so much food outside.
After school that day, they crept around furtively, checking carefully for John.
When they discovered he wasn't there, they were beyond delighted.
"Finally, I can go home and have a normal dinner."
Ned cheered as though he never got fed at home, drawing sympathetic looks from the students around him.
Peter was happy too, and he and Ned chattered nonstop all the way home.
He didn't even notice that someone was following him.
As the saying went, a godfather's love was like a mountain... collapsing.
Peter returned home and ate with May, digging into the cheese pasta they had been eating for three weeks.
Someone kicked the door open, rushed inside, and abducted them both.
May tried to