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The noise was deafening! What was all the commotion about? I jumped from my warm bed to still the racket. "Do you hear that?” I asked my still sleeping partner. Getting a negative answer I rushed to the kitchen and threw open the door on the refrigerator. The milk fairly jumped into my hand. "Take me, use me". If it had knees it would have been on them, begging. The noise was still there, what was it? I flew to the pantry. Cornflakes!! I seized the box, and poured some into a bowl. I topped it off with some cold milk. Yes, that was the source of all the ado. Breakfast was calling me.
A collection of stories ranging from a bad day at the grocery store, to how to grow spaghetti. It gets fishy when tuna start drinking coffee.