The lingering scent of chocolate was all that remained in the bag.
“Who ate my cookies?” I demanded. “Dog, did you eat my cookies?”
“Nope,” said Dog. “Chocolate is not good for dogs.”
“How did you know they were chocolate?”
“I smelled them when I jumped on the counter. But I couldn’t reach them,” Dog said. “Why don’t you ask Cat?”
“Cat, did you eat my cookies?” I asked.
“Were they liver and egg cookies?” asked Cat.
“Of course not. They were chocolate cookies.”
“Then no,” yawned Cat. “I didn’t eat them. Why don’t you ask Bird? And while you’re at it, let him out. All this talk of cookies has made me hungry.”
“Bird, did you eat my cookies?”
“Chirp! If I knew how to get this cage door open, I would have eaten them. And some banana bread, too. Of course I didn’t eat them,” said Bird.
“Then who ate my cookies?”
“You did,” they all said.
“I did?”
“Yes, you did. Last week. Here is the bag of cookies you bought today.”
Adrienne Saldivar [San Diego, CA] is a wife and mom who enjoys writing, illustrating, and eating plenty of chocolate. Visit her blog: http://a-saldivar.blogspot.com
© 2009 Adrienne Saldivar. Original for CCF. (Saldivar grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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