Iz ok Simba, you can do dis, wemember, da furst step to recobery iz to admit you gotz a pwoblem. Jus stand up & tell eberybuddy, dey will unerstand Ok: ummm, my name is Simba & I am a peppermint patty addict. No, not the comic book character, but peppermint patties, you know the ones that give you a real cold blast? I admit it, I cannot help myself, the shiny wrappers, the smell, I cannot hold back. I am powerless. Mother has a big box of peppermint patties which of course are for her, because animals should never eat chocolate. I know this, Im smart. But.....she left the box out, the smell was calling me, the shiny wrappers were just too enticing. I had already stolen wrappers off the bedside table, I attack them, I roll in them , they are wonderful, they bend to my every paw pat. Oh, the excitement. well, anyway, the box was there, Mother was in the bedroom, I couldnt stand it one more second. The box fell over, & the floor was covered with 150 peppermint patties! Oh, the luxury, oh the thrill of hitting them here & there, tossing them up into the air, rolling on the floor with patties between my paws. when Mother saw what I had done, I growled & hissed at her. When she went to pick them up, I swatted her. Mine, they are mine! The patties have been removed to a safe place, behind a door I have no thumbs to open. I am in withdrawel, I slink around, growling softly, swatting whatever crosses my path. I know it is wrong, I cannot help myself. Aslan says this too shall pass, I dont know, I am reaching my paw under the door, I cannot reach the knob. I must think, I will retreat to the top of the refrigerator & plan my revenge on Mother. How cruel! Maybe, I will stick my head in a pitcher that I cannot get my head out of, then she will feel sorry for me. I am unrepentant. So there
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 20:17:29 +0000
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