Chomp… chomp… gnaw!

Tristan knelt in the flower bed, stuffing mud in his mouth and eating it with gusto. He even raised his head in the middle of it and gave everyone a satisfied smile, as though he was eating the most delicious meal in the world right now.

Everyone present was stunned, speechless, looking as though they had just seen the devil.

It was too shocking… absolutely too shocking.

Everyone looked on in a stupor, and even Abel, Tristan’s father, was stunned.

When he finally snapped out of his daze and rushed forward to stop his son, Tristan had already ingested a large amount of mud.

“Tristan! Tristan!”

Abel slapped the mud away from Tristan’s hands. He could even smell dung since it just so happened that the Stoermer family’s gardener had just fertilized the soil that afternoon, and he had used something he had taken from the septic tank.

And the mud that Tristan had ingested was one that had the extra ingredients.

“Motherfucker!” Abel was disgusted.

He didn’t know