Oct 21, 2005 05:00
Young Pippin’s nose twitched with manifest delight, his belly rumbled
And his jam-sticky fingers crept across the table
Until the still steaming tart was securely captured
And he slipped beneath the table joyfully
He was unnoticed by the adults
Free to enjoy his prize
He took a bite
Chewed it carefully
Swallowed it
Smiling.
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*hugs him and wipes his sticky fingers*
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