It was on the counter. Dad hadn't even opened it. I mean, it's been hanging around since Easter!
It was high time someone enjoyed it.
All my hard work wasn't even appreciated. Dad started yelling something about chocolate being toxic.
That must mean it tastes really good.
Mom made me sit down while she made sure I wasn't going to get sick. She was trying to figure out how much I ate, but I did a good job of shredding that box.
In case you're worried, I'm just fine.
Hey Mom, are you gonna eat that cookie?
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