The Bread Thief

It was a pretty chill afternoon when the attack happened. I just got up from a 12 hour snooze (which was very satisfying) on my off day and was lounging on the sofa, eyeing the jars of cookie butter in front of me. There were two jars, smooth and crunchy. Should I? 

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:

Even after stealing my bread he looks so cute, how to be angry? He did not budge by the way. 

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. 

#DramaOverBread