What is your name, little girl? Alfred asked me one night.
Rachel! I screamed at him, with my eyes open.
Stop! Look! Look! What's that? Ice cream? Oh boy, ice cream! He showed himself as a little boy, chasing after an ice cream truck.
Awww... I sighed.
What is it, Sugar Plum? You get warm fuzzies when people get excited about food. Why is that, Sugar Plum?
I don't know, reminds me of my childhood.
Oh boy, alligator brains! Mm mm!
Awww!
That didn't work as well, did it, Sugar Plum?
No, not really. I don't think that's a food a little kid would like.
Time to go to the playground! Oh, no! And then he shows himself being hit by a van.
Awwww! I was saddened by this, in a good way.
You're sick, you know that? You like seeing me run over because it makes you feel sad in a good way! Well that's just sick! Oh boy, tacos! He shows himself going up to a dinner table covered with tacos.
That's so sweet!
Oh no, bus! He shows himself being hit by a bus.
Awwww!
One more thing, he told me. Lie down on the ground right here, Sugar Plum.
In my mind, I lay down where he told me to.
Now, watch the stars!
I watched the stars. As I watched, a meteor came down and landed right on top of me, killing me.
Awwww! Alfred exclaimed. How cute! It killed you!
I laughed and decided this game was funny, but not true of how I really felt about tragedies.
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