"Alright! We all made it out of the bag alive!" Pocky cheered. "All we have to do now is figure out how we're going to make it... down there... on the ground."
Pocky realized exactly how high up from the ground. To a marshmallow, a few feet seemed more like several stories.
"Does my head still look a little misshapen to you, guys?" He asked his friends. "Because it still feels a bit small."
Pocky realized exactly how high up from the ground. To a marshmallow, a few feet seemed more like several stories.
"Does my head still look a little misshapen to you, guys?" He asked his friends. "Because it still feels a bit small."