I've Discovered Chocolate. Oh, my!

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As Logged By:

Agent Chase

 

Mommy's acting most suspiciously

And I'm wondering why.

Could there be something deliciously

Hiding in the pantry or nearby?

 

Eating this is like a sin

For there is nothing like it.

If that's the case then,

I must try this chocolate!

 

For days I have been following Mommy, noting some suspicious actions of hers and trying to see what she's up to.

Into the pantry she sneaks, closing the door behind her.  A second later Mommy comes out with cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's.  A satisfied smile on her face as she eats whatever it is that she has sneaked.

What is this that Mommy is sneaking?  A sustenance of sorts?  What is in the pantry that Mommy can't seem to go a day without?

I see Mommy sneak into the pantry again.  Slowly and quietly, I crawl to the pantry door.  I wait, but only for a second.  Out comes Mommy, almost tripping over me.

"Are you following me?"  She asks with a full mouth as she picks me up.

Without giving her a hint of an answer, I try to pry my fingers into her stuffed mouth.  I shove my fists and fingers as hard as I can.  But, alas, I have no luck.  Mommy's lips are sealed shut.

"Do you want to know what Mommy is eating?"  She asks after a swallow.  "I'll only tell you if you promise not to tell anyone."

I give Mommy the look.  Tell me now, Mommy, or you will regret this day for years to come!

Into the pantry she carries me.  A bag of chocolate chips Mommy grabs to offer me a tiny morsel.  
"This is chocolate."

Oh holy...  WOW!

I must have some more!

"One is enough for you," Mommy pulls me out of baby arm's reach from the chocolate, though I push and tug to get a little bit closer.  All she does is take another step back and close the pantry door.  "No more chocolate."

Really?  I don't think so!  This masterpiece called chocolate is too silky smooth, too deliciously melty, too oh-my-goodness amazing.  I must find a way to have more.  I must devise a scheme to sneak into the pantry without getting caught.  To get more chocolate whenever I want!

It is time for a plan.  A diabolical one!

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