Alex hated carrots, that's why he was running through the house. His mom was chasing him with a big carrot in her hand to try and make him eat it. She was bigger, but he was faster, and nimbler.
He swerved behind the chair and scooped through the kitchen. There's no way mom would catch him. Suddenly he realized it was too quiet. As he approached the other side of the kitchen, he spared a glance behind him. Mom wasn't chasing him anymore.
Alex stopped to look farther back. Was Mom hurt. Then from behind, she tackled Alex to the ground and shoved a big carrot on his mouth. "Gotcha!" She shouted.
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