I must report a hideous crime!
Someone stole a big tasty sausage mum had gotten for me. I could see it and I could smell it on the counter. It was right there! It was for me!
Well, mum didn’t exactly say it was for me. But what other reason was there?
Anyway, I was right there looking at it… drooling all over it… Mum called… I hesitaded… She insisted… I ignored her… She yelled… I went to her… And when I came back, oh dreadful moment, IT WAS GONE!
G O N E !
If there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s injustice. And lettuce, can’t stand that either. But, I mean… It was my sausage! I should do something about it. And so I did…
I immediately gathered my team and went out on a search and rescue mission… First, there was mum and aunt Bito and later aunt Sandra and my lil’ friend Maria joined us.
They weren’t much help, but at least I got 4 extra pairs of eyes to look out for my beloved sausage while I smelled for it all over town.
I looked everywhere…
But the lovely, tasty and truly missed sausage was nowhere to be found!
After a 3 hour search and after mum promised she would get me 2 new sausages to make up for the lost one, I gave up and went home.
Of course no other sausage can replace the memory of that
waiting to be eaten beloved one… But, well… I’m sure 2 of them can keep my palate mind busy enough… and if they keep coming, maybe one day, very far away from now, many sausages away from now, maybe then I can remember this sweet sausage and the pain is not so hard to handle.