Ray took a few more steps, put down the box again, and returned to the fallen treat. He crunched it in two, leaving the remnants, then returned to his box and carried it around a bit more, looking over his shoulder inviting me to chase him. I declined, waiting to see the fate of his prize.
|The end is near|
|What do you think? One last go-round?|
|I'm going to miss this|
Again making a big show, Ray flapped his head while crunching through the delicacy. Crumbs dribbled from his mouth. Well-knowing Ray's antipathy for anything even remotely vegetal, I knew that if I took all those crumbs, I could reassemble the crumbled pancake in toto.
The box remained, as left, for the rest of the day.
|I just can't figure out what that smell is...|
I called to the the little black bowling ball who slowly rolled his way over. I held a pancake up to the fence in front of Archie's nose. The blind dog sniffed it cautiously, then gingerly took it from my fingers as I slid it between the fence slats.
|That's it, I'm going in!|
That night the arrrooooo alarm went off. The next morning all of the crumbs that Ray had crunched and left, were gone.
*I realize the title makes no sense but pretend it does.
|(crunch crunch crunch)|
|ACK, ACK, ACK. OMG it's FRUIT! Are you trying to KILL me?|