Joshua, the boy, and King, the dog, were sitting in the parlor, or was it the kitchen? It was the wrong place and Joshua looked perplexed and under stress. (Perhaps, he doesn’t want to get caught.) It looked like he was in the paint jug and if you took 50 years off the picture it would look different—the hair-cut, clothing, and so on.
There's a half of a cookie in Joshua’s hand. A cookie that tastes like jelly, a clear see-through cookie. Perhaps it’s chocolate, or chocolate chip, a sand tart, a jelly cookie, or coconut cookie.
The jar is full of coco-cola or chocolate milk. Or. . . it’s a jelly jar full of cherry or strawberry jelly! Now, that’s possible, but not probable.
King, the dog, is thinking “when’s my turn,” and “save some for me.” He might want to lick the jelly on Joshua’s face. That’s right! He’s going to swipe a cookie. But a dog should not be in the house because he’s dirty.
Joshua’s mother will get him organized—and put everything away. He will go home and clean up. “He’s in for it!” Both Joshua and King are dirty. “I don’t know what’s going to happen!”
--Friends at Agape Way, Lititz