Ty opened the envelope. It was a birthday card from Dustin, on the cover was a giant sumo wrestler wrapped in a bow for a loin cloth. Inscribed the card read, "Ty, Wishing you tons of fun on your 15th birthday! Love, Dustin. PS: Good Luck at your match tomorrow." Match tomorrow?
Ty found a photocopy of an application filled out saying that he would compete in the $25,000 Sumo Exhibition Contest this afternoon. The details listed Ty's weight at over 900 lbs, but it was dated two weeks ago. How could Dustin have known?
"Hungry, Ty? Breakfast is ready," Dustin shouted from downstairs.
Ty was famished. Forgetting his questions, Ty waddled toward the door, it seemed to expand beyond its 30 inches to accommodate Ty's new bulk. It was only when Ty reached the bottom step that he realized he hadn't opened the gift in his hand. He ripped at the newspaper covering, and opened the box to find a sumo wrestler's loin cloth. He read the insert on how to wear it, and tied it in place as he stood in the entry hall. If he was going to be a sumo wrestler he should dress the party, he figured. As the cloth tightened vanishing in Ty's huge butt crack, Ty suddenly was filled with centuries of Japanese knowledge and tradition regarding the ancient art of sumo.
He plunged forward toward the kitchen and the wonderful breakfast smells emanating from there. He bowed to Dustin, as he survey the table covered with bowls of food suitable for the apetite of a sumo wrestler.