Word search

‘Alls I know is I put a Hunt’s Pudding Cup in the resident fridge like I’m supposed to at 1300 and da-da-da and at 1430 I come down all primed for pudding that I paid for myself and it’s not there and McDade comes on all concerned and offers to help me look for it and da-da, except if you look I look and here’s the son of a whore got this big thing of pudding on his chin.’

Coming up next Friday - the annual Netherurd Memorial Hall PUDDING NIGHT. To get in the mood, I complete Margaret’s word search over dinner. I even found the mystery pudding.