A cookie for me

A Cookie for Me

*Grumble, grumble*. My stomachs churns with a growl, like a dog howling at a full winters moon. I tried to remain calm but could not. I grabbed the cookie bag, with it crinkling at hand. Then dashed to the fridge to grab some milk we had. I poured a cup and set it down with delight. Then took a seat for a little treat. Opening the bag at last, I could smell the richness of the cookies. Reaching for a cookie, they were no longer there. I looked down with sadness and despair. I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.