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Main » 2010 » March » 18 » The Cookie-Thief
8:11 PM
The Cookie-Thief
A woman was waiting at the airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop

She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see
That the man beside her, as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock
As the "ghastly cookie thief" diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye!"

With each cookie she took, he took one too
When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half

He offered her half, and he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he's also so rude
Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"

She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look at the "thieving ingrate"

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book, which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!

"If mine are here," she moaned with despair
"Then the others were his and he tried to share!"
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!


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