I looked over at the bar counter and saw a fresh loaf of white bread. Just perfect. I guess Nya Nya made the decision for me. I untied the wrapper and reached for the second slice of bread, skipping the crust slice. So soft and pillowy. Plunging back onto the sofa, I put the slice of bread on my lap as I helped myself to some cookie butter. With my finger yes.
It had only been two seconds before bread thief attacked. I was completely caught off guard because he acted so quickly. Shoop, and it was gone. I screamed and the sister chased after him but he was too fast. Finally, we cornered him at the end of the corridor & this was his face, with half a slice of bread clasped tight in his mouth:
We begged and begged but he refused to open his mouth. Just. Didn't. Let. Go. At all. So we only managed to pull off whatever was hanging out. He did enjoy a very good tea break though.