Snack

For a 50 word story competition

Marsha walks in on a crime: the pug licking something off the floor.  He does not respond to questioning, so what it was is anyone’s guess.  Chocolate?  A tragedy.  Crumb of bread?  No biggie.  Without money for the vet, Marsha sighs and walks away.  Her pug farts contentedly: successful snack.