He’s licking his thumb; he must have had something to eat. It’s a cookie! There’s a cookie jar on the floor and the dog’s looking at him as if to say, “Where’s mine!?” The boy's name is Teddy. The dog’s name is Sugar. How sweet! Somebody made the cookies. Momma and Dad live in the house. I doubt Dad made the cookies. Teddy’s in trouble with Mother. Teddy’s in trouble because he’s trying to eat those cookies. He’s in his bedroom in front of his closet door with all those cookies. It doesn’t look like he’ll share those cookies with anybody else, maybe the dog? I wonder what’s in that glass. Could be milk, or it could be water. It must be good because he’s licking his fingers. The dog’s name could be Jerry; and if he could talk, he’d say “I’ll kick you in the butt if you do that again!” The dog goes for a run. Teddy will sit there and lick his fingers. Teddy should learn to share.
A TimeSlips® Story, Created by the Ladies at Village on the Ridge, Ridgetown, Ontario, Canada October 16, 2013