...the quiche lived up here on the cooling rack...
...then a cocker spaniel pushed a chair up to the counter...
....and got the quiche down for him and his brother to enjoy.
The End.
Aren't works of fiction great? Obviously I would NEVER in a million years eat something I wasn't supposed to.
Hey, you can't help it if the quiche conveniently walked itself off the counter and onto the floor where you happened to be standing. I mean, who can blame you?
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