Opening your suitcase lid, you study the misplaced, wrapped cake. It *had* been moved from it's hiding place, but the plastic appears undisturbed. However, the top lid of the peanut butter jar is loose. Twisting it open, you notice a furrow in the purple buttery stuff. About the size of a finger. Did someone take a finger-full?
Holding the jar, you stand up and glance outside your bedroom window. In the backyard, cousin Barney is tossing rocks at a tree in the next yard. Doing what he does best. Being a vandal. You take a step to the door and open it slightly. You can hear the TV blaring downstairs and what sounds like Dora singing along. She's occupied as well.
You take a step back and almost yelp when you feel something cold press against your backside. It's Max's nose. The German Shepherd is now standing atop the bed, head tilted, tail wagging. The dog belches loudly. Grinning a most un-dog like grin.
Feeling flustered, you turn and reach down into the suitcase taking out a folded day pack. Flopping it open, you place the cake inside it with one hand. Holding the peanut butter jar, you start to wonder. Is it still potent? Glancing at Max, you open the jar and take a small finger-full of purple peanut butter and hold it out to Max. "Here Max, try some of this."
Max hesitates, glancing up at you. And again grins that unnerving toothy grin. Ears perked, the dog extends his long muzzle towards your finger. He licks off the peanut butter with a huge tongue. You take a breath, expecting the dog to shrink. A minute passes. Nothing. Another minute. Nothing still. Max is still the same size canine.
"Well, maybe the peanut butter doesn't work anymore."
Opening the jar lid, you gather up a big glop of purple peanut butter in your finger and lick it down. It tastes the same. You hesitate, waiting for that tingle you felt last summer that signaled the start of shrinking. Again, nothing!
"Well Max, I think we can say the peanut butter doesn't work at all."
Max snorts in reply. You swear it almost sounds like a laughing gruff.
"I think I'd better go to the University to see Aunt Fiona. Since she knows I have the jar and cake."
Shrugging your shoulders, you screw on the lid and place the peanut butter jar into your day-pack with the wrapped up cake. Slithering the pack around your arms and shoulders, you see Max staring intently at you as you open the bedroom door.
Suddenly Max jumps off the bed and slithers between your legs and open door. Blocking your exit. The dog rears up, pressing his forepaws against your chest. The unexpected motion causing you to lose your balance and falling backwards against the Bed.
"Max!" Lying atop the bed, day-pack underneath. You roll upright and suddenly feel a tingling running all over your skin. The same feeling you had when the peanut butter shrank you! Your clothes start to feel loose as the room appears to grow around you!
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