What's For Breakfast?

Sammy walked into the kitchen with slow, shuffling steps. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the pantry door. Oh, good, Mom finally got some more Cap'n Crunch, his favorite cereal. He pulled the box out and brought it to the table. He fetched a bowl and spoon and grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge. He fumbled to open the top of the box of cereal, ripping the flimsy cardboard and ruining the slit meant to re-close the box. Oh, well, maybe he'll just have to eat the whole thing. Wouldn't want the stuff to get stale.

He poured the little golden nuggets into his bowl. A flash of red poured into the bowl, conspicuous among all that yellow. He set the box down and dug through the pieces of cereal. His fingers poked something soft and definitely not crunchy. Fishing it out, he peered at his find. "Hey!" he yelled. He threw the small chunk of flesh away from his body. It skid across the table. He jumped up, pushing himself further away from the table, knocking his chair over with a clatter. "Mom! Mom!" he screamed, running for the stairs.

Prompt:  While digging in a cereal box for the toy surprise, a child makes a grisly discovery.

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