Dear Old Man,
What time are you
and the old woman getting home? I’m in danger of starving to death here. That
breakfast you left me was eaten by zombies while I was defending the homestead.
They must have crept in via the cat flap when my back was turned.
Mice ate all the
dry food.
I’m so hungry. My
life is hanging by a thread. I need prawns. Pick up a couple of packets on your
way home.
Toffee
Look at this:
Here's her other book: Not So Sweet Toffee
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If that plea for sustenance doesn't do it, Toffee...then so long, it's been good to know you!
ReplyDeleteEmpty bowls are never a good thing!
ReplyDeleteCats should be able to text us these reminders. :)
ReplyDeleteI think Amarula would write a similar letter if she could!
ReplyDeleteOh, the horror. lol I must say, it's a mystery to me why this blog doesn't have more readers. The same goes with Around My Kitchen Table. ~scratches head~ Be well!
ReplyDeleteZombies, huh? Hmm, maybe I'll try that one...
ReplyDeleteOh no, Zombies and Mice! I hope you survive.
ReplyDeleteEnquiring minds want to know ... did it work? ~Latte
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