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Cookies

"Don't touch the cookies! They're hot!"
 
I could see them. Fresh, right out of the oven. Their smell was intoxicating, and it was as if the steam that was rising from the cookies was headed straight for my nose. The fresh scent of melted chocolate and sugary sweetness was calling my name so loudly that I could hardly contain my joy - cookies for me! Cookies for ME!

Mesmerized by their goodness. I ran to where the cookies lay on the pan. My nose reached so close to the cookies that my lips grazed the pan. That's right, I kissed the pan. Immediately, the cookies lost their controlling grip, and I screamed. I am sure it was one of those blood curdling screams because my mother came rushing in the room.

Although I hadn't disobeyed her exactly, I was still embarrassed. I covered my mouth, and wouldn't say a word. It wasn't until the next day when my mom woke me up that she saw my burnt and scabbing lips. It was then she discovered the extent of my follies.

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  1. DebbieOctober 25, 2011 at 7:46 AM

    Oh no! The story started out so well to end so badly!

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