And with that Mike makes a mad, flailing dash towards the kitchen. There's even a well placed cloud of napkins that gently falls to the ground as he flees. When the last napkin comes to rest, he returns with a plate on which rests a single cookie.
It smells like heaven, and has a small five fingered paw print dead center.
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And with that Mike makes a mad, flailing dash towards the kitchen. There's even a well placed cloud of napkins that gently falls to the ground as he flees.
When the last napkin comes to rest, he returns with a plate on which rests a single cookie.
It smells like heaven, and has a small five fingered paw print dead center.
"I think you might need milk for this."