Cookie Thief

"It's mine," she said glaring at him from across the table.

"No way in hell," he said staring back and looking even more deadly.

Max let her breath out slowly as she gazed at him; there was no way he was going to get the very last cookie. They one she had worked so hard making it. In her mind, the cookie belonged to her.

Both of their hands shot out at the very same time, but instead of grabbing the cookie, they grabbed each other. Actually, Fang's hand grabbed Max's wrist and twisted. He wouldn't give up that easily, even if it were a girl he was fighting with. Did Max even qualify as a girl? More like a sister…

Max thought quickly. He wouldn't get away with that. Very suddenly Max smacked her hand against her full glass of milk and watched as it spilled all over Fang's lap.

He jumped back and let go of Max's hand, forgetting his job for only a second. Noticing his slip he threw himself over the table and knocked Max onto the floor. Without thinking Max chomped into Fang's neck and pushed him off of her.

Fang leapt back holding his neck. "What the hell?"

"You attacked me."

He crossed his arms, "Well, I want that cookie."

This time it was Max who landed on top of Fang. He'd turned to grab the cookie so she'd launched herself at him. He pushed her off of him and rolled on top of her. Receiving a knee in an unmentionable place.

"Ugh…" He said allowing himself to be pushed to the floor. Now he stared at the ceiling, just as Max was going to jump him again he yelled, "Truce, truce!"

Max sat back on her heels and smiled, "So I can have the cookie?"

"No, we'll split it."

She shrugged, "Not what I had in mind, but it works."

Fang nodded and sat up. His pants stained with milk, and… hurting, he got up from the floor and looked at the plate. It was empty, the cookie was gone. Max turned to see the plate, and there, she saw as well. The missing cookie.

"Fang!" Max yelled and punched him in the shoulder.

"How can you blame me when we were fighting the whole time?"

"Hmph," she said angrily.

Little did they know that Iggy had passed them during their squabble and innocently taken the cookie from the platter. Now he sat in a tree munching on it slowing and savoring every little crumb. He laughed, at their stupidity. To fight over a cookie when there were other bird kids in the house. Especially ones as smart as him.

But Max and Fang did not suspect Iggy. It was Gazzy they chased through the house with a skillet.