I’m getting round as a barrel, she thought as she reached into the clear cellophane bag and took out a bite-size candy. The wrapper on this one was yellow, not her favorite. She liked the plain ones. She liked the way they melted smooth in her mouth before she swallowed, with no lumps to chew, with that soft, sweet taste every time. She would pop it in whole and scrunch it between her back teeth, never failing to be surprised by its bitterness. These yellow ones were OK, she thought as she bit off the end, although heaven knows why anyone would think chocolate would taste better with lumps of peanuts or even those crispied bits of rice.
Her hand reached for the remote control. In an instant the scene before her changed. Cowb...