I must admit I’m a bit of a sugar addict. Apparently when I was little I was deprived of all candy and sweets and was forced to live off fruits and vegetables until I was 7. Don’t get me wrong, I still love my fruits and vegetables, but the minute I discovered candy I was hooked.
One day as I was walking through Longo's in Woodbridge a big colourful bag of Pixi Stix caught my eye. I never really liked Pixi Stix very much, but for some reason, I felt as though I had to buy them that day. I’m not one to resist temptation, so I went and purchased them immediately along with 3 rolls of high quality film.
When I got home that evening, I looked over my purchases. Why would I be so silly as to buy a whole entire pound bag of Pixi Stix, what the hell was I to do with them? The answer seemed obvious. I began to eat them that Friday night. At first the sweetness was quite pleasant and after that it began to burn my tongue but that didn’t bother me. I ate about three quarters of the bag when I had this really intense feeling of claustrophobia. I had to get out of my house and fast. I put on my jacket and ran out the house. I figured I would go rent a movie maybe.
The walk to the video store was brisk, I had a lot more bounce in my step. It felt as though someone had put oil in my joints. I arrived at the video store in 2 minutes flat. Normally it would take me about 10 minutes to walk to the video store so you could imagine I was moving a lot quicker than usual. I swear I probably would have been able to out run a car that night.
I entered Blockbuster and went straight for the ‘New Videos’ area. I’m not sure exactly what happened after this, but the next thing I remembered was waking up lying on the floor of the video store surrounded by small red foxes and a few polar bears. They told me I had walked full speed into their wall and that I had been passed out for three minutes. I just nodded and got up as quickly as I could to leave; I had heard Polar Bears and Red Foxes weren’t very friendly to us human folk. They told me not to go and that my parents had been contacted to come pick me up; apparently they had stolen my wallet while I was out (those damn Polar Bears and Red Foxes are always up to no good!). I refused to believe them, my mummy wasn’t on her way, they were just trying to trick me into staying. They probably really wanted to eat me!
I turned around and ran, I couldn’t take the craziness anymore.
On my way out the door I bumped into an old owl with a pink apron  who sounded exactly like my mother. She asked me if I was all right and told me that she was going to take me home. I would never let this happen; she was probably with the video store animals! I took off, but for some reason I was much too tired to actually move very far. I passed out after a few seconds of running. The owl picked me up and put me into her flying nest.
I woke up the very next day, in the hospital. It is from here that I am writing this story. Apparently my blood sugar level was 104.0- almost lethal. Unfortunately from all of this I haven’t learned very much. I still like my candy. My mom threw out my bag of Pixi Stix apparently. I’m almost afraid to find out whether this is truth or not. I love Pixi Stix.