Tue 29 Nov 2011
I like this concept!
That cookie looked good. I came in from a run hungry. It was just
sitting there. I knew it wasn’t mine, but I wanted it.
I pulled some stuff off of the table and let it fall to the floor.
Now, the dog should get blamed. I went over to her and scratched her
under her ears. I smiled at her.
I went back to the cookie. Still looked good, very tempting and the
stage was set. I reached for it when I heard the front door open.
“A dog almost got your cookie,” I yelled.