Five-Word Story!

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away.

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily...

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling...

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran...

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.
The boy ran and tripped

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.
The boy ran and tripped over a lone, stray stick

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.
The boy ran and tripped over a lone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and.....

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.
The boy ran and tripped over a lone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell onto the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over a lone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled.