The Radish Diaries

By Radish

Dying of Hunger

The Wretched One forgot all about my breakfast, so I joined her abed and lay on my back with my legs straight up in the air (like I was dead), but she didn't fall for it.  Then I rolled onto my side and did the growlings.......she ignored me.  I repeated this several times until she started muttering about psychiatrists.  

I had a late breakfast.

Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.