It was lamb chop night, who could blame her? But she was also not interested in negotiating a return of the fork. Steve pulled out his cell phone got down on his belly (after putting his PLATE in the kitchen) and looked under the chair.
"Geez, I am a neglecting the furs under here," he said as he spotted the utensil. "You will certainly need a new implement." Bella tried for a second to protect her treasure but scooted out the front of the chair as Steve grabbed the fork.
She was completely unrepentant; worse yet, all of the others thought she had invented a game that each would have the opportunity to play. "Um, no," I said as the Army pressed closer to my tray.
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