Yesterday I was laid up all day with a sick tummy ache. I know, I know, it was my fault for eating something I shouldn't have. My Mom and Dad made guesses as to what it could be, but I remained mum on the subject.
It is sufficient to say I'd get in trouble if they knew what it was.
By evening, I was feeling better. Hungry even. I ate my dinner and then felt like I might need a snack as we watched the new episode of 'The Walking Dead'.
So of course, I headed for the kitchen garbage. I still wasn't in tip top condition, though, and wasn't as stealthy and silent as usual, and Mom caught me.
She was not happy. I was not happy. I went to bed without my snack. It was very sad. Sure, it might have given me a tummy ache, but that is a risk I am always willing to take!
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