This morning, as one of the Guardians was eating breakfast, I was practicing The Art of Sneaky. Using a large cup of tea to mask My approach, I slowly crept to within about 4 inches of the Guardian’s breakfast. At that point, I must have had a break in My concentration or something, because the Guardian spotted Me.
When the Guardian saw Me he said, “Otis, you don’t want any of this. It’s just a waffle.” But I did. I did want that waffle. Maybe not all of it, but just one delicious taste of its forbidden goodness. Yes Guardian, you might think I don’t want that waffle, but you are wrong.
So Sayeth Otis