TypewriterError balloon

Getting quicker at the shining.

-------------------------------

"I'm glad you could come over," Dawn said.

"Anytime. I heard you had moved to town," TypewriterError said. "I thought I'd come visit."

"Thanks, Type. I just happened to make some tea, would you like some?"

She eyed the tea suspiciously. "You didn't put ink in it like when we were young?"

"Of course not! Sometimes a cup of tea is just a cup of tea."

Type carefully sipped some of the tea. "Not bad, what's in it?"

"It's an all-natural green tea, made from the leaves of the latex-producing tree."

She tilted her head, puzzled. "Hummph?" Her mouth felt numb and tingle, as latex crept out of her mouth and down her throat. Type clutched her neck, afraid she would not be able to breathe.

"Oh, I see you're enjoying it," Dawn stated.

Type looked at him in horror as her stomach tied itself in a knot and became weightless. The plastic crept out her nose and over her eyes and ears, dulling sensation of the outside world.

She was powerless to stop it as it dripped down her neck, the cold beads of plastic creating trails down her back. Her tail twitched once as it too began to fill with air, and a small valve popped out of her flank.

TypewriterError was frozen, now stuck with a grin forever. She could see the cup of tea in front of her, and thought only one thing: I should have known better.