Deniska kept looking at his food and suddenly his tummy rumbled. [color=ed1c24][i]maybe if I just take little little bites I will build up a immunity to the poison.[/i][/color] He thought and jabbed at a small piece of broccoli [i][color=ed1c24]maybe their is no poison!. maybe the stone thrower was just a idiot doing whatever the heck he wants too.[/color][/i]

Deniska lifted the fork, moving the piece of broccoli into his mouth and eating it, silently praying it wouldn't kill him [color=ed1c24][i]why would anyone even want to kill me anyways?[/i][/color]