Marco burped as he rubbed his now full stomach, he enjoyed the feeling of the tiny men struggling inside. He put his sneakers back on and returned to the square of Madrid. He looked around and saw a bunch of tourists sitting around, talking to each other, he smiled as he went over to them.
The Spanish people around the square saw this and moved away, knowing what was going to happen. Marco went up to the group and smiled "Please may i have some money for an ice cream?" he opened his eyes nice and wide.
The tourists didn't give him anything and he turned away and when he turned around the tourists had shrunk and he collected them up in his hand, giggling. "You are all mine now, my brothers are hungry at home". he giggled as he dropped the tourists inside his bag on his back.
Arriving home he saw his two brothers, Ricardo,4 and Julian,7 sitting at the table. They smiled when they saw him and he grinned "I hope you boys are hungry". he opened the bag and out rolled the tourists, there were 8 of them, all Americans. The two boys licked their lips as they began to feed.
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