Of Eggs and Espionage
We gathered in the kitchen attentively, anticipating our yolk treats.
My human had been snacking on hard boiled eggs and saving us the best part.
Little did we know, we had a rustler among our ranks. Surprised, she noticed our suspiciously diminished pile.
|Don't mind if I do...|
Mr Bacchus, International Dog of Mystery, had already sneaked our snacks! He then rejoined our ranks and then waited innocently for our pilfered prize.