Eriginal Flavor
I bit into the Christmas peep thoughtfully. How could something so disgusting be so good? My teeth hurt and my tongue burned from the sweetness. I wanted more.
"You know, Mel," I said, "Christmas peeps are really a bastard of a bastardization. Even an Easter peep is no marshmallow."
I stretched the little headless man's arms and licked the sugar off his body.