I feel hungry for
a snack, so I naturally migrate to the kitchen area. My eye catches the faint
glimmer of the cookie jar. My predator-esque instincts are triggered and I move
in to engage the target. I slowly remove the jar's lid, which has quite a bit of
suction on it to preserve its contents. With the top in one hand and several
open fingers in the other, I slowly mechanize my hand to enter into the
treasure chest, abounding with bounty. Suddenly, I feel a queer disturbance in
my entire being as the crane that was supposed to retrieve my prize sank deeper
and deeper into the apparently empty jar!
I must not give
up hope, I think persistently but with slight pessimism. Down I reach until my
fingers scrape the cold glass bottom of what I had believed to be a fountain of
happiness. With a frown on my face and a fracture in my heart, I reluctantly
begin the long journey home to search for a more hospitable chamber. But, to my very pleasant surprise, my right
ring-finger knuckle barely kisses a rough surface: there was cookie left in the
cookie jar!
I hastily secure
the treat in my fist-- a sound home for any tasty delight--and move it to my
mouth with much anticipation. As my lips fasten around the chocolaty mass and
my tongue feels the sugar melt at only a light touch, my teeth severe a
fragment for my body to annex. Yes, the reward for persistence is magnificent,
and the consequence of a fickle mind is Insipid!
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