“What are these?” Little Jimmy asked himself, hesitant to go into the shop. It smelt weird. He was content to play in the car itself, but this old store had piqued his interest. When his father went to the bank nearby, Jimmy stealthily crept nearer to have a closer look.
“Those are not for sale, young boy,” said a gruffy voice from behind, startling Jimmy, “These painted bones will evolve one day.” The man looked narrowly at Jimmy, “Why don’t you become part of my experiment too, I need fresh bones.”
The man didn’t look sober, Jimmy ran for his life.
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