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The Missing Molasses Cookies

The mystery began at 10:00 pm when I was trying to find a little snack before bed. I had a gift of molasses cookie in the cookie jar. Now....(music duh-duh-duh- duhhhh) the jar was barren. The only clue was a few crumbs that had been overlooked by the criminal involved. I decided walk through the house .
I peeked into my brother's room. He was asleep with a book laid across his chest.
Next was Papa Joe's room. He had drank a glass of milk but did not appear to eat anything with it.
Finally was Aunt Fiona who was supposed to be on. a diet. On her night stand was a plate with one cookie left. As she came up the stairs,, with dry clothes fro the dryer, she looked startled at me. I had caught her red handed and red faced.
"Hope you don't mind."
"No Aunt Fiona, but someone has to tell the doctor that you broke your diet.
"Yes, I guess the truth is best." She walked into her room and looked out an open door, "But I'll do it okay?"
I did not think that the next batch of cookies will last more than one day.
I smiled at the fact that my new recipe would have been a success. But then I have taken a few cookies that smelled so good when I was younger.
Motto: If one is going to make cookies, then put the jar on the top shelf in the pantry.


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