A little, round old man jovially strolled the halls of his retirement home, his jiggly belly keeping a faster pace than his feet as it guided his path to each of the residents' rooms one at a time. "Oh, dawlin'
. With each new neighbor he visited the old, beardy man would deliver a gift; a small box wrapped in shiny red paper, bound in a snow white ribbon and topped with a suitable green bow
-Are you still hungry Stewie, I asked in a whisper. I started to come to terms with what was happening