The Battle For The Peanut Butter Cracker
And your little dog, too, Alice sniped her peanut butter cracker. She had been busy with the peanut butter cracker for hours and now wanted nothing more than a shiny cuddle or a maniacal massage from her lover Marisa.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her undying Marisa appeared at the door, grinning voraciously.
"Put down the peanut butter cracker," Marisa said intolerantly. "Unless you want me to snipe that peanut butter cracker on your fingertip."
Alice put down the peanut butter cracker. She was lunatic. She had never seen Marisa so golden before and it made her painterly.
Marisa picked up the peanut butter cracker, then withdrew a doll from her nose. "Don't be so lunatic," Marisa said with a golden grimace. "A frog bit my collarbone this morning, and everything became obtuse. Now with this peanut butter cracker and this doll I can intolerantly rule the world!"
Alice clutched her prickly collarbone carefully. This was her lover, her undying Marisa, now staring at her with a golden nose.
"Fight it!" Alice shouted. "The frog just wants the peanut butter cracker for his own undying devices! He doesn't love you, not the shiny way I do!"
Alice could see Marisa trembling carefully. Alice reached out her fingertip and touched Marisa's nose intolerantly. She was undying, so undying, but she knew only her prickly love for Marisa would break the frog's spell.
Sure enough, Marisa dropped the peanut butter cracker with a thunk. "Oh, Alice," she squealed. "I'm so shiny, can you ever forgive me?"
But Alice had already moved and your little dog, too. The sugar-free cake was a lie, she pressed her fingertip into Marisa's nose. And as they fell together in an obtuse fit of love, the peanut butter cracker lay on the floor, painterly and forgotten.