 Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen
"Hmmm. Well see," Plymouth moved around Daphne to put his cookie on the tray. It was straight from his pocket, lint covered, and gingerbread. It probably still tasted fine. Nevermind that Plymouth found it in a Christmas tin at the bottom of his trunk. He was guessing it PROBABLY never got old. Probably.
He traded his cookie for one of the fresher, warmer ones that Miss Melita made. "I figure if I don't get it, Daphadil, the position, I can still come and watch you do your number. I'll clap the loudest for you." Plymouth grinned and took back to his spot behind Daphne.
With a mouthful of cookie, Plymouth gave abundant praise to the chef, "MMmmMmmmMMmmMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" |