Oreos.
We don't buy them unless we have a fancy cheesecake to make- and then, only the generic kind.
But Grandma and Grandpa brought some over on Glupper night for a treat and I put the leftovers in the cookie tin.
Two days later, it's snack time. I say to Moses, who is making snack for all, "You may each have one of those Oreo cookies Grandma and Grandpa brought over."
A few minutes later...
"Uuuummmmmmm...... Mama..... I think a RAT has been in our cookie tin because there are no more cookies LEFT!" He brings the tin, wide open and cavernous, to prove his point.
A rat, indeed.
(I suspect our rat may even have a name.)
Rats!
ReplyDeleteEven with the missing cookies, we'd take that species of rat over the be-tailed kind any day of the week. (I know you would, too!) And good luck finding a cat big enough to catch him. ;)
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