“That’s impossible,” Enooya replied.
“We had an agreement,” the middle head continued. “A kiss is a binding contract.”
“No, I mean I can’t bring you my children because I don’t have any children,” Enooya explained. “I have a husband and parents.”
“Ewww...”
“Yuck!”
“Revolting!”
“I tried parents once,” said the middle head. “Parents were far too gamey for my liking.”
“Yes,” agreed the kind head. “We prefer plump, fresh children for our meals.”
“No parents!” cried the mean head. “We reject your parents!”
“That’s good, because I wasn’t actually offering them. My husband, on the other hand...”
Three faces stared in silence. Enooya felt smaller by the second.
“Children!” the mean one shouted.
“Look, I’m not getting you children, so you can just give it up right now.”
The coil circ
