Those are my brownies. I was up early with the lady, and when it's early, the floor is squishy. And my brownies were waiting for me in the far back crevices of the yard.
And when they found me they said, "would you like to play with me in the far back crevices of the yard? I am good friend and will not go far from you."
And I said "yes I will play with you brownies because I want all parts of me to look like my ears and my bottom."
So I played with my brownies, and they were right, they stayed with me the whole time. My brownies felt juicy on my ankles and crumbly on my toes but they didn't go anywhere but on the bottoms of my stumpy legs.
After awhile I said "brownies, I don't want to play with you anymore. You are juicy and crumbly and you don't play right. Go away now."
But the brownies stayed with me.
And the lady would NOT let me in until the brownies left. Even though I told her that the brownies would not go away even when I asked nicely.
|I hate my brownies now.|
Now I have to be sneaky so I could get inside.